The Last Good Man by Hector M. Rivera The last good man was 32 years old and tied down to a gurney. It wasn’t a hospital that was his home, but a deep underground military base. His captors had been testing him for weeks. He, like his unfortunate comrades were special forces troops, otherwise knownContinue reading “The Last Good Man”
I may see you again, You watch me With mirth you might be Rubbing your hands togethor Wanting me. Maybe to shield Maybe to eat Maybe in heaven we will meet.