Tiny Soldiers

By Anthony Ventre Fabian and Joe Bottom just left. They split, both of them, a few minutes ago. A couple of creeps! Sniff! Sniff! Fabian’s cheap cologne permeates the curtains, my clothing, the entire cottage. Joe Bottom stood right over there by the china closet, lips slightly parted, baring his keyboard ivory teeth. Beside him,Continue reading “Tiny Soldiers”