Late that autumn afternoon Sharon stood by the stove stirring carrots, the phone crunched between her ear and shoulder and transmitting those words: We've got trouble. Something must really be wrong. Nancy was not an alarmist. If she could have waited for an e-mail exchange, she would have.
That's the opening paragraph to my short story, "Vigilance," which appears in the new issue of The Externalist: A Journal of Perspectives. To read the rest of the story, click here. Enjoy!