Three months after I stepped on the land mine, I saw my dead son. He was slim and dark-haired, serious-faced as only a twenty-year-old can be. Without a word, he stepped into my Rambam hospital room, lifted my truncated body into a wheelchair, and pushed me down to the sea…
Adventure
Sing the Siren Song (And Then Clap Your Hand)
There’s something important about the number three. Yes, yes, you’re right; there’s something important about most every number less than three and still quite a few above it. But the [...]
Ends and Means Aside
Spring, 1879
Chester Tams paused to wipe the pastry crumbs from his bushy white moustache. “I was breakfasting at my hotel three weeks ago,” he said, “when Professor Rothschild Hines came [...]