Let my people go. Not the kind of thing one hears Often waiting in line to check out groceries. Curious, despite myself, I peer. I see Them, the trio of half-washed, darker-skinned children, illegal immigrants cheap staff whatever Cost-cutting measures. Hastily, I turn away 2 for 5, is that a good deal after all? I […]

Friday Fictioneers: Homeland

get the InLinkz code Rose crossed the border illegally when she was still a small child, too young to remember. That’s the truth as they’ve told her, so says the immigration official with the kind but firm eyes. She wants to join the military, to serve her country and, okay, to help herself through college. […]