Photo Source: Unsplash In the hot August twilight Alice and Robert sat on their mother’s front porch as shapeless shadows slowly edged their profiles in silhouette.           Robert raised his right hand to pat down his hair which lifted in a play of wind as he watched honeybees dance the humid air.           With their mother buried today, the two siblings now tried to think of the good times, but it seemed they hadn’t been able to comprehend her anymore since the Alzheimer’s suffocated her...

Photo Source: Unsplash Roger Cummins was two hours into his night shift at the airport tower of Miami International. He was sipping coffee as he glanced up at the clock which read 2:30AM. The evening was like any other for the young air traffic controller. Nothing was out of the ordinary until a voice fighting through radio static came across his headset. “Mayday! Mayday! Can anyone hear me?” Roger’s senses all went on alert as he quickly responded to the distress...

Photo Source: Pixabay Only the quiet filled the auditorium now. The crowd that had garrisoned the gym an hour earlier had made their way out into the cold night leaving Johnny and Bruce contemplating the night’s action inside the sphere of a dim overhead light in a tiny dressing room. Johnny was sitting in a folding chair, his shoulders draped in a gold robe with “Johnny the Torpedo Williams” scrawled on the back with a black marker and his hands were still wrapped tight in white...