“Thinking about someone special?” a young woman with big round brown hazel eyes asked me as I sat waiting for my time to come. I didn’t really have anything else to think about while I sat on the old moldy looking chair inside the 36B Airport Terminal. All I could replay in my mind was the thought of my wife smiling at me when I finally got home. That is, if I ever got home. ~excerpt from short story
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2006
, Article 12.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2006/iss1/12