Icebound

[Note: this is an entry in an “exactly 750-words” writing exercise. ] “Sell the Amelia and fly home from here?” I asked, not being able to hide the distress in my voice in the response to my wife’s suggestion. But I could see in her face that it was more… Read more“Icebound”

You’re Hired

I was bent over the general’s desk. Thai general Chumpon, taller and more muscular than most Thai—certainly bigger than I was—hovered over me, holding my wrists, my arms spread, the heels of my hands pressed into the desktop. I began to pant when he grasped his shaft and rubbed the… Read more“You’re Hired”