The Folk Hero, by Brian Howlett —Three o’clock. The somber British soldiers lined one half of the small battle-worn bar, pockets bulging. Three thirty. The high-spirited Aussies came in and lined the other half, equally flush with the promise of payday. It’s the young man’s blessing to feel like a rich man with nothing more than a few hundred dollars to your name. It’s the soldier’s curse to want to drink the light from the sun.
What’s a good story, well told?
What makes a story great? Does it ratchet emotions to extremes? Is it perfumed with exotic visuals? Must it always take you to a new place—or at least a place that’s new to you? More