Notes From the Front Line: An Unusual Mission

I open my eyes to a buzzing sound next to my ear. "Bastard fly," I think, and swat at the thin air, hoping that somehow I've grown Mr. Miyagi-style fly-catching skills overnight. A likely scenario. Read More >>

Tales From the Front Line: The Last Line of Defence

I was leaned against the wall outside a maternity clothing store, casually minding my own business. I had been there for about an hour and a half, and with my luck, I'd be there at least another hour. Maybe two. Read More >>


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