One Voice After All
“I gotchu, battle!” That was Richards’ voice. Was it? Perhaps it was only a dream, a stinging hot dream. “I.” That was hardly a sentence. “Got.” Barker tried…
Semi-There Sunrise
Things went blank. Or flat. Or perhaps just semi-there, but loud. The night became a flash of images and information punctuated by gunfire and mortar…
Explosives: Hypnagog
Barker used his helmet to scoop out a hollow in the hardpan for his hip. He folded his other shirt to form a pillow, lay on his side in the hollow and rocked…