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He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets; his head bend against the driving rain. People rush around him, try to get out of this summer shower. “Pathetic” he though, watching theses people run about their lives. Power, money, politics, it controlled them all as it did himself. He shifted his backpack into a more comfortable position. He stopped before the cross walk and looked up. A person stood rigid in the middle of the street, caught like a deer in the headlights of oncoming traffic. “N...

1944, Europe, American Medical camp. Charles smiled to himself. She set with his sisters and mother. He hadn’t seen them since he’d left to go find work at the age of 13. They were just the way he remembered: each wearing their favorite dress with matching hat. They all sat around the table, as they had before their father left. Someone was call out his name. He looked around for the source but all he saw was smiling faces. The voice sounded far away and distant. “Just leave me alone” he told...

He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets; his head bend against the driving rain. People rush around him, try to get out of this summer shower. “Pathetic” he though, watching theses people run about their lives. Power, money, politics, it controlled them all as it did himself. He shifted his backpack into a more comfortable position. He got to the cross walk and looked up. A person stood rigid in the middle of the street, caught like a deer in the headlights of oncoming traffic. “No!” He s...

Mark emerged from the DQ with two medium blizzards and handed one to Ashley. It was a warm night and these where just the thing needed. He watched Ashley as she took a bite and smiled at him, he hand once again remembered her favorite kind. Mostly Mark listened as Ashley talked. It was nice to be out on another date with her, he thought. They had been dating for some years now, Mark reflected. They had grown up together, in the town of Retro, Oregon, from first meeting in kindergarten; they h...

Greg tried several times in vane to dislodge his foot. Finally he slipped his rifle behind a branch and grabbed the other side. With a mighty heave he pulled himself free of the gripping mud, boot and all. He leaned against and tree, snacking on a power bar from his pack. “He could do this” he told himself, “time to become a man”. He cast his rapper aside and continued on through the marsh. A grin spread across his face as he spotted a target. Silently he went into action. He sank to one knee...