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Entry 12 – Throwaway Soldier

by | Dec 1, 2015 | F, Frank Sonderborg, Short Story

Scoped, I could reach out and touch the mark. His brown manicured hair blowing in the light summer evening breeze. My electronic media eye twitched and I was looking at him through a TV camera, then a view of the crowd. As his, “We have to spend more, to combat the...
The Irish Nagual

The Irish Nagual

by | Oct 31, 2015 | F, Frank Sonderborg, Short Story

By a blazing log fire on a winter’s night in an old An Oige hostel. We settled down to hear the story of, ‘The Irish Nagual.’ Seamus was an old Irish folkie. He sang songs we all enjoyed, as the fire warmed our faces, and whiskey warmed our souls. Seamus could spin a...