My just-published story Trucks and Tanks, runner-up in JerryJazzMusician.com‘s 69th short fiction contest and written three months ago, is all too timely in Chicago, DC, Boston today.
Trucks and tanks rolled down our leafy-treed, bungalow-lined street at dawn. I was already up, as usual, in my robe, t-shirt, sweaty sweats and slippers, mug of coffee in hand, and had a view standing at our picture window. The armored vehicles shook the pavement. I wondered how many neighbors were awakened by the rumblings. . . .