MILITARY POLICE MAJOR JACK RATHBURN wondered how to keep his head from dropping if he closed his eyes behind his mirrored sunglasses. He had put them on in case his boredom showed. A trickle of sweat ran under his desert utilities as he tried to focus on the conversation at the front of the room. Continue reading
This week, the Freewheeling Freelancer sets out on his 2022 Tour from Hoboken, New Jersey. Come back here next week for an original story.
THE GIRL CLIMBED THE LAST FIFTY METRES to the top of the ridge. Sweat shone on her arms and ran down her face, but she breathed deeply with pleasure. Coming from the deep woods to the north, Murapi was not used to the brilliant sunshine that baked everything all day. Or the lack of tree cover to shield her from potential enemies. Continue reading
This week, the Freewheeling Freelancer starts his 2022 Tour in New York City. Come back here next week for an original story.
JOE LOCKED HIS BICYCLE to the parking sign outside the Borghese Gallery. The trees that had inspired the first movement of Ottorino Respighi’s Pines of Rome cast a welcome shadow over him as he caught his breath and let the breeze cool his sweat-soaked body. Continue reading