The Kid at the Crossing by Frank Sonderborg

Trench was stacking stones from a cleared field. Bone breaking but honest. His older sister Abby, stood in the sun and did what sisters do well. Cried a bit, then stopped, then cried some more. “Their young, impetus and they had you as an Uncle.” “Look Sis I told you...

Elephants and Eagles by Frank Sonderborg

Her arse was working overtime as it pumped hypnotically up and down. Thought, well at least he will die happy. I had let myself into the great hero’s hotel room and the wild screams and sounds of the fox hunt drew me to the bedroom. I liked the guy under the...