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A Viking Funeral
Sunday, February, 20th, 1983. I’ll never forget that date.
Alone With Evelyn
Hank stroked Rusty, Evelyn’s pedigreed toy poodle. He loved how she was making herself at home in his big lap.
The Rescued
Sheryl woke to the low rumble of the midnight sea as it rolled up the beach at Haleiwa. She reached for Steve but found only an empty bed and remembered her husband had some kind of special combat training that night. A full moon cast its blue light through an open window of their shoreline bungalow. Palm trees rattled in the wind.