In an old golden box, on a cotton bed, rests a shell casing from the three shot volley. Slipped into the flag they presented, one casing for each of his girls. She worried it, thinking about the bird that sang above them after "Taps," the train whistle blowing as though planned.
Tricia Theis lives in Baltimore, MD, by way of New England, with her husband, two kids, and two dogs. She spends as much time as possible sitting on her back porch reading, drinking coffee, and ignoring housework. Prosecco is her drink of choice. She can be found at www.triciatheis.com