To celebrate my last (working) day in the Army, here’s a short story I wrote late last year. Hurray! The Beginning “Ally? Are you ok?” It was the first time he’d spoken since they’d entered. “Art… We could always just leave.” Her whisper echoed. She winced as it returned to them, hushed and sinister, and looked around the gaping walls, the hungry bare floorboards. The huge sandstone clocktowers in the heart of the city began to toll midnight and both children started. Over two blocks of heavy old brick buildings separated them, yet the clanging fractured in the room as though they stood in the heart of the Victoria Tower…