Words.
They say actions speak louder than words. But what do they speak for? Do they speak for the person the perpetrator actor the executioner? Or do they speak for…
Up in Flames
Marybeth squirmed in the cold metal seat. The room was chilled and a uniform bluish-grey, save for where the sideways monolith of the one-way mirror reflected…
The End Result
I have no idea why I’m telling you this. A matter of conscience, maybe. I was young, fresh out of college. I got a job most other graduates would kill for and…