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Invisible Wounds

Invisible Wounds

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Jane clenched her jaw as fireworks exploded throughout the neighborhood. She slammed the bedroom door and collapsed into herself, squeezing her eyes shut. It didn’t help. The unwanted visions sprang to life, becoming the faces of the men and women she’d served beside — a stark reminder of the ceremony her superior commanded her to attend. The people around her spoke of heroic efforts, lives saved, missions won. She’d sat there, unable to breathe. Mouth dry, vision blurring, she’d flinched…

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Not for Spectators

Not for Spectators

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Davey stared out his bedroom window; a sheer curtain was the only thing protecting him from prying eyes. His older brother, Kenny, was shuffling to the mailbox, the odd way he moved since the accident. The one that Mom and Dad still fight about long into the night when they think Davey’s asleep. Neither of them knows the whole truth — the dare Kenny’s dumb friend Scott goaded him into, which led to the motorcycle crash. Or how Scott freaked…

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Swimmer Beware

Swimmer Beware

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Casper shot from the cabin heading for the lake, its surface a mirror under the midday sun. He hesitated long enough to discard his flip-flops and towel, then jumped in, enjoying the refreshing coolness against his sweaty skin. By the time he bobbed back up, Darla and Kit had arrived. He floated onto his back as they peeled off their shoes and debated the temperature of the water. “It’s perfect,” he said. Okay, fine. The water was chilly, but wasn’t…

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Aussie Rules

Aussie Rules

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Gary rocked back on his heels, groaning. After searching for the car keys for a half hour, he was ready to give up. Might have, too, but he had tickets for the footy game. He glanced around the open living space, eyes scanning clean surfaces, hoping to catch a glint of silver. No luck. “Charlie,” he said, hauling himself up off the floor.  Cheeks flushed from exertion, his seven-year-old son rushed inside, blond hair sticking up at odd angles, a…

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