Laikas I

Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

‘Trevor?’ Hilary called through the mail slot, having pushed open its tarnished little door. When he opened up to let her in there were so many strays jostling that he didn’t see her crouched there among them at first. But he knew it was her by her voice and the crazy magnetic pull on his hear…

The Terminal Check
The American Age, Iraq