The BooksHe had the unkempt look of someone who had not slept in several days although his eyes remained bright. Piled all around him, stacked in precarious, leaning towers, were books. Dozens were left open, their spines cracking and their pages wrinkling while dozens still were shut, preserved in their pristine condition. The door and windows were shut firmly, locking out the warm sunshine of May and locking in the stale, musty air. He finished the last sentence of the book open on his lap and slammed it shut, the worn covers smacking together in a triumphant clap. He raised his eyes to the empty room and declared, “I've done it!” and pausThe Books
The ThiefHe ran hard, pounding the pavement with his heavy footsteps. His breath puffed up reluctantly, the only sound in the empty parking lot. He stopped a minute, leaned over, hands on knees to try and control his hectic breathing. A few minutes passed slowly, painfully. Finally, he straightened up, his quick eyes searching the dark parking lot, almost insulted by the challenge. His heartbeat quickened-there! Over by that last streetlight! Movement! Instantly, he was off and running again, grateful for his minute rest stop. He ran slower this time, trying to lighten his footsteps, anxious to appear unannounced. The stretch of concrete seemed vast;The Thief
Unsung Heroes“Everyone holds an opinion on war and I've noticed that those eager to condemn it are those who've never been there. They're the ones who've never had to duck around seemingly endless bullets, like some sick twist on the playground game dodgeball. The ones who've never seen their buddies' eyes blacken with death, the ones who've never given up their whole life in order to defend their country, to keep people they've never even met that much safer. And when their half-baked ideas begin to spill out of their mouths, the ones who've done it all, the ones who seized those opportunities with naïve vigor, just sit there and let them talk.Unsung Heroes
The EndHe entered the room warily, as if in addition to words, I would start throwing books at him. “Hey,” he said, the word short and tense, hanging, suspended, in the air between us.The End
I couldn't look at him. I nodded in response, willing the tears threatening to spill to go wherever it was they hung out when they were off-duty.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, near the door. We didn't look at each other and the heavy silence soon became as unbearable as throwing words and breaking hearts.
He cracked first. “Let me explain,” he said, a faint note of plea present in his voice. He glanced
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