Formosa, Cricket, Influenza.
“Mom?” Seven year old Ian screamed bloody murder as he ran through the house, his big brother Auden right behind him. “Mom!” They slammed open the screen door and exploded out on the back porch, a ball of fists and feet. The fight was over quickly; eleven year old Auden was bigger. He landed a fist in Ian’s left eye and Ian howled.
That’s what you get, you little twerp.” Growled Auden, aiming a kick at his brothers behind. Read the rest of this entry