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  • 06/18/18
    "Ghosts" - By Lt. Tim Cotton

    They aren’t there anymore, but he is. While other folks pass the homes and apartment buildings, the stores and the laundromats and see nothing more than the shells which shelter, employ, and cleanse, he sees the ghosts.
    At the white house with green shutters, he recalls the returning of a bicycle to a kid that forgot


  • 06/11/18
    "Provolone" - By Lt. Tim Cotton

    The old man would never accept a sandwich. He would just turn his nose up and walk away. He had no interest in speaking to the cop. While their conversations were short and not very friendly, the cop felt that he should keep trying. Sometimes the old man might say hello, some nights he would


  • 06/04/18
    "Best Friend to the End" - By Lt. Tim Cotton

    The small three-bedroom and one bath ranch with brick steps was a mirror image of the small 1960s era homes on either side of it. The unkempt shrubs, weed infested lawn, and alligator cracks in the driveway asphalt set it apart from the others. There was an empty leash in the backyard.
    It was obvious to


  • 05/29/18
    "Thank You For Your Service: All Of You" - By Lt. Tim Cotton

    The nap was short-lived, but I felt slightly refreshed. I had found a chair in the corner of the terminal which had both a charging port which was operable as well as a wall that was close enough to prop my head against.
    There is a point in your life when your appearance is no longer


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