Author: jerry

It’s still dark outside, but their eyes are wide open. Perhaps the airplane seems even smaller in the pre-dawn hours, or maybe they can’t believe all five of them will fit inside. They hide their fear well. I pretend it’s no big...

The bike engine roared, the rear wheel flung mud wildly as it spun, and my feet, held near the ground for stability, became wet as water poured into my boots. I realized how deep this puddle was as steam billowed up from the...