by Craig Loomis | Apr 10, 2020 | Fiction
She drops the newspaper on the table, announcing, “They’re still killing people in Syria, you know. They say it’s over, but it’s not. Anyone can see that. It’s not.” Although he has not read today’s newspaper, or even yesterday’s, he nods, “Yes, I know.” “Every day,...
by Steve Lapinsky | Oct 31, 2019 | Fiction
I’ve forgotten his name, but in the photo his boot is resting on the skirt of a tank as he holds up a stubby pencil in one hand and a Galil rifle in the other. “I told you I send you picture,” reads the back. My sister’s high school pen pal was an Israeli soldier in...
