Sometimes when I stand on the rocks, the water is gentle. The sun throws splashes of daylight stars to tickle my feet. Other days, the water is playful. The breeze laughs, blows bubbles around my ankles and knees, pretending these small waves can topple me. On darker days, the water churns by swiftly, and it…Continue Reading “Riptide”

Jack stabbed angrily at the controls, slammed the flight manual shut, then threw it at the panel. Was Andie seriously sitting there on the platform reading when he was about to make the most important test flight of his life, the one that would determine all of their fates? “Hey, man, take it easy on the machinery, wouldja?”…Continue Reading “Liftoff”