Sail Away

I fingered the yellow paper with its bold black type. “This license is only good for three years? Sheesh, what do they think is going to happen?” Flipping the card, I read the words on the front: Park District Sailing License. It was my badge of survival—I’d made it through 12 hours stuck in a … More Sail Away

a Dragon a Week

My knees shook visibly as I stood, waiting. I figured I shouldn’t lock them and risk passing out, so I let them tremble, and vainly tried to pretend no one could see. The rest of the room was dark because of the lights glaring in my face from a dozen angles, but I could still tell … More a Dragon a Week