Biker Broke Into Widow’s House at 3am and Ripped Her Floorboards Apart

I didn’t understand.

“What,” I said. My voice didn’t sound like my voice. “What are you saying.”

He reached into the box and pulled out a photograph. Black and white. Frayed edges. He held it up so I could see.

Two young men in jungle fatigues. Arms slung around each other’s shoulders. Grinning like they’d just beat the whole world.

One of them was Frank.continue reading …