It raised its claw from the deck, turned the doorknob, and let itself into the rot-wood house.
Back in basic, they would pass out cigarettes, five to a pack. The front was stamped with the manufacturer’s logo, and on the back, there were cartoon drawings of the enemy, along with their names, weaknesses, and way too many goddamn strengths. I would crush the packages flat, fist to palm, so I could carry them around in an elastic band. Me and the other grunts would exchange them. If you got a pack and it was one you already had, someone else would trade with you as long as yours wasn’t opened.