Sentry

The little soldier waited.  His tiny artificially rouged cheek twitched.  He had been waiting for quite a long time. The ersatz martinet marched over to the door and peered out.  No one was coming.  He had forgotten how many times he had looked for someone to arrive.  He had stopped expecting anyone to really come anymore.  The looking was now …

Voyager

by Anne Elizabeth Zeek & Pat Nussman     And how am I to face the odds, Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made. – A. E. Housman, “Eight O’Clock” He ignored the water lapping about his feet, ignored it as he had ignored the steady drizzle of rainfall and the …