About Old Ghosts, a Jarheads story

by Sean Michael
13 pages / 3000 words
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When Rig's past shows up to haunt him, his marines, Rock and Dick know just what he needs. Their night out might end sooner than expected, but Rig likes it better when they stay in. Featuring the Bestselling Jarheads characters.

Sample

It was funny, the way old ghosts could come haunting you in the most unlikely of places.

Rig looked at his plate of restaurant pasta and vegetables, appetite dissolved into dust, just barely listening as Dick and Rock chattered on and on about some shit at the gym. Something about the customers hitting on the new pretty little thing at the front desk -- Hannah, he thought her name was.

Hannah. Pretty name. He'd known a gal in high school named Hannah once.

He looked over at the group sitting at the round table. The man was older, fatter, looked like he was worth a lot more money as he wheeled and dealed, but it was him. George.

Damn.

"Have you heard a word I said?" Rock asked.

Dick's fingers slid along his thigh under the table and he jerked away, just a little.

Rock looked annoyed; Dick's eyes were asking if everything was all right.

"I..." He sighed, gave Rock a wry grin. "You lost me after Hannah, Rock. I'm sorry. I was..." Looking at the son-of-a-bitch who damned near destroyed me thirty years ago and praying he doesn't notice me. "...woolgathering."

"Didn't look like happy wool," Dick noted.

"Just old, moth-eaten wool." He reached down, held Dick's hand, forcing himself not to look over again. "What were you saying, Blue?"