Tag: Mike Riffe

by Mike Riffe in Issue 74, March 2018 “Child, bring me a cool drink.” “Yes, Papa.” Ilsa replied. She disappeared and reappeared with a cup of water. Ilsa’s father, Rupert, drank the cool water, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and sat the cup on the scarred wooden table. His day in the field was long. Sweat…