Daryl Horton: 2 books

Melik sat in a dark corner of the bar by himself sipping slowly from a glass of beer. "We use to sit over there," Melik whispered to himself, "next to lane 3. That was our spot. Where could she be? No one has seen or heard from her for several weeks now. This bowling alley has never felt so empty...

Thump, Thump, Thump... That wasn't the sound of his heart pounding. That was the sound of enemy mortars slapping the ground all around him with thunderous fury. As he dove to the ground, the only person he could think of was his wife.In this story of man against himself, a young husband...