Homecoming
They praised him. They paraded in his honor. They called him “Hero”. But everyone knew he could never walk on a Purple Heart.
Midnight Crossing
Coyotes lead. We quickly ford the shallows. Snip and pull. The fence parts easily. A real coyote howls. I clutch papers with my new name.
The Revolution
“We want the President out!” screamed the crowd. He left on his private jet. Exile will be tough; spending the people’s money, much easier.