The Dog House

by William Males

Originally published on September 1, 1998

Our dog barn looked like a battlefield after Figgy busted the Coke bottles. He’d done it after the pigeon colonel chewed him out for not keeping the cages clean. Colonels aren’t supposed to chew you out. They’re supposed to have better things to do. But the truth was that this particular one had nothing at [...]

Formation

by William Males

Originally published on August 1, 1998

Foggy mornings trainees grew like mushrooms in the company street. They had been regular folks, but now were regular army. They had dreamed irregularly before being drafted, dreamed now regularly of survival in the jungle. The sergeant referred rarely to their individuality and if he did it was a bad sign. “Fischer,” he called. The [...]