March 8th, 2007 by Ann Walker
You let the appearance of the first tattoo slide. You think it is probably the influence of your teenage daughter’s new boyfriend. You feel like you’re walking on eggs around her, so you haven’t mentioned that you thoroughly dislike this young man. He has the same tattoo on his forearm and you are sure that […]
March 8th, 2007 by Ann Walker
Aaron eye’s were sparkling and his posture was different too. Gone was the “Pose” as Carol called it - the attitude slouch of boredom, the swaggering gait of defiance. He stood tall, alert, as if his body was circulating a new potent mix of blood and vitality.
Aaron had been at military school for almost 6 […]
March 8th, 2007 by Ann Walker
Bob sat at his sleeping teenage son’s bedside, the wind knocked out of him. He was staring at his sons arms and at the peculiar discoloration in the soft skin behind his elbow. When he bent over and peered closely he could discern small pin pricks in the muddied bruising.
Glancing around the room at all […]