The blur of men’s faces was beginning to clear. These men were the regulars who were already here when I arrived and who would still be there when I left. I conversed with them here and there, though I

It must have been really hard. I kept silent as he hesitated. Maybe he would get the message. I was not ready for more of what he had to say. No more details please. If I showed him that I was not curious

Before Annabel or I had a chance to say, “Come in,” the massive door opened, a head peaked in and the soldier from the night before said, “You need to get up. I have to take those cots away before the

When the soldiers asked her questions, she looked at them with neither cowardice nor apprehension, answering firmly, without losing her calm. Being around her soothed me, if only for a short while. Then

It was painted a pale green color I had seen in hospitals, and stirred up memories of Timmee, near death at the San Agustin Hospital. Every now and again, a guard knocked and quickly opened the door, checking

It was located in the San Agustin neighborhood, an area sandwiched between the center of town and pointed north to the city of Angeles. The school building had been quite bare when we moved in that early

Still, I was grateful that I was not eating alone in a prison cell. The pregnant young woman was at the far edge of the table from where I sat. I couldn’t hear her when she mentioned her name. She seemed

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December 1973 “Don’t stiffen your fingers. Relax them,” the officer instructed me. I was sitting on a gray metal chair next to a battered desk with him behind it. We were in a dimly lit room, furnished