War
If I Could Turn Back Time
“Goddamnit, Cher, will you ever give it a rest?”
Cher looked up from her microscope. She wasn’t sure if Robert was being serious or not. Lately she’d had a hard time recognizing sarcasm—all she could sense was the ridicule her coworkers were giving her over her recent obsession: time travel.
“Oh hi, Robert. I didn’t hear you come in.”
What About The Clowns
A solitary bead of sweat broke through white powder and mingled with red lipstick that spread through the cracks of the aging face covered in the makeup. I have to make it back...