Desperate Measures

He watched the video in horror, his face white as a sheet.  “But, how…?” “Remember that fridge we saw lying in the grass?  Well, inside it was a video camera.  While we were doing our thing, it was running.  After you left, I stopped it.” “But, why?” “I needed insurance.  You politicians are all alike. … Read More Desperate Measures


I stood there, gazing at the city across the bay.  Somewhere in that concrete jungle was the prison where I spent fifteen years before I was granted clemency and released on parole.  It felt good to be standing there in the open, the sun hitting my face and listening to the lapping water.   It felt… Read More Clemency