Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Johnathan Sandow

My Darling Katherine, I apologize for my delay. The train which I have boarded seems to have broken down in a tunnel which no light can penetrate. It's been very quiet and I've kept to myself as to not create a disturbance. Most here, at least of those from my car, seem to have the…

Where We Put Our Faith

Matthew sat alone at his desk in the living room, the only light coming from the computer monitor in front of him and the kitchen through the doorway. Smoke rose up from the cigarette between his fingers as he stared at the bright screen. It had been a particularly miserable day and he felt completely drained. He scrolled down…