Hunter by Kenneth Weene

Hunter by Kenneth Weene

  The youngster takes his stand. He leans back against the double birch. The bushes he has pushed aside close back around him. Even though it is still night, he can feel the sun rising ahead. ​ “Too cold,” he had thought when his father had pressed his shoulder...
Bender by Kenneth Weene

Bender by Kenneth Weene

The boy perched on the cement bench, squinted with the fantasy of warfare, and cautiously watched. The enemy was close. The responsibility great. The danger imminent. Carefully he checked his weapon. His gun was loaded, but it’s range limited; Bender knew that he...