Dogfight
Copyright© CHRISTMAS EVE Billy Cantwell was sitting in a quite comfortable easy chair staring at the dying embers of the fire in the large stone fireplace. Taking another sip of the hot eggnog nicely laced with brandy warmed him more than the remains of the fire. The large glass Christmas ornaments on the tree reflected myriad images of the coals now lightly coated with ashes. Billy was troubled that night... once more feeling the shame of that night those years ago, that night with...