The train station and my exit from it was all a blur. Signs, taxis, trucks, people in military uniform, all bustled, honked, and swerved off in a great hurry. With my suitcase handle gripped tightly, my feet wandered, senses overloaded, until I found mys…

Dinner was spent silently chewing while the TV shared the latest in the attacks on the planet by the Croatone.

Father cleared his throat. "I think it is time we consider moving into the town bunker."

My Mother pushed the last of the season's peas around…

I laid on top of my bed, replaying the train station good-bye over and over in my head. It had been a month since he left. He was probably through basic training and beginning his specialization. I rolled over and reached under the bed to pull out a box o…