"Onward, to the Breach," is a little flash fiction piece that I wrote years ago and ran on an early episode of the Anklecast. It basically comes from a line in a Sting song called "When the Angels Fall." Sting sings, "But perhaps the dream is dreaming us, Soaring with the seagulls. But perhaps the dream is dreaming us, Astride the backs of eagles." I took that line and ran with it, crafting a humdrum world of today, and then had the dreamer wake from that reality to return to his own. I've already given it all away, so there's no real reason to read it, but if you'd still like to, head over to Amazon and pick up your copy. It's super short, so I put it up for the extra low, low price of $0.99.
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