Rules of Engagement, Part 2
“Put your tongue out, pig. Or should I say dog?” Kurt grabbed the tip and stretched. Without letting go, he flicked his cigarette so ashes dropped on…
Rules of Engagement, Part 1
Kurt had seen a black and chipped statue among the debris of a bombed house in some godforsaken Balkan village on one his peacekeeping tours of duty.…
Permission Granted
Standing behind his desk, Terry wondered if students noticed that his gait had changed, even his tone of voice. Earlier he had locked himself in the…
Active Service
A scorpion flicking its stinger inside his anus, his face bloated and red, Kurt grunted on the bowl. His wife Maggie shrieked in the cell, demanding…
Valentine’s Day
Like centipedes scurrying across his shoulders and tapping along his spine, the 28 soft leather lashes, each 20 inches long, at first tickled. Terry…
Helicopters
The first splash hit Manfred’s face, and a forceful stream ran down the navy blue and black-striped tie resting like a ribbon of night on the white…
A Good Kill, Part 2
III. Kurt searched the cabinet for an old video about Mongol invaders. Clad in bulky fur and leather, Genghis Khan rode his horse, plunged into a…
A Good Kill, Part 1
I. Stripped to his shorts, still sweating after pumping iron, Kurt inserted the rifle’s barrel in his mouth. His .338 Lapua Magnum with the…
Boots and the Man
After packing a wet towel and a bottle of water in a small sack, Kurt drove to the arboretum in my car. I had driven to his apartment after my last…
Clear and Hold
On his 40th birthday, Kurt posed in front of the mirror, flexed his hard biceps, and caressed his firm pectorals. The military fatigues and…
