When he was close enough to see the fire, he heard the corporal singing Old Man River. The corporal was in good voice.
Through the trees he saw a third person sitting at the hearth. Ah ... . My ugly faced woman, he thought. They have taken an islander prisoner.
When he came closer, he saw that they had an American soldier. When he entered the hut, he realized it was the American he had seen at the Bikinas trail, but it wasn't a man. It was a
But it wasn't a man. It was a woman.
Stories Copyright 1999
by Steve Gastineau