THE TWENTY FIRST NIGHT, 30 Days Has September
It was an impossible mission but there was no other way. Nobody in the company was going to make it up the backside of Hill 975 without getting blown to smithereens no matter how it was done. The first time they’d gone up the back side of the connection plateau had...THIRTY DAYS HAS SEPTEMBER, The Twentieth Night
The mess of stationery I carried was a collection of soggy, semi-wet and dried water stains holding strands of paper together. The envelopes were in the best shape because I’d rolled them into a tight tube and used one of my extra trouser springs to hold them...Harvey and Habits……keeping a marriage solid?
Harvey the Grey Cat. This morning. Harvey likes the end of the bed while I am in the shower, shaving and all that. He waits so he can approve of my attire for the day. He’s easy because he always approves.
Algiers, a Short Story by James Strauss
Algiers, Algeria. I asked him how a country could have a city named the same thing as the country, but he ignored me.