Thus whoever has done
a iota of good
will see it.
And whoever has done
a iota of evil
will see it.
FICTION BY DAVID HAGBERG
WRITING AS DAVID HAGBERG
Twister
The Capsule
Last Come the Children
Heartland
Heroes
Without Honor
Countdown
Crossfire
Critical Mass
Desert Fire
High Flight
Assassin
White House
Joshua’s Hammer
Eden’s Gate
The Kill Zone
By Dawn’s Early Light
WRITING AS SEAN FLANNERY
The Kremlin Conspiracy
Eagles Fly
The Trinity Factor
The Hollow Men
False Prophets
Broken Idols
Gulag
Moscow Crossing
The Zebra Network
Crossed Swords
Counterstrike
Moving Targets
Winner Take All
Achilles’ Heel
THE ONLY ONE
“For God gave His only son,”
this we understand,
not as a child under the gun,
but whispered wishes upon clasped hands.
We hold these to be truths
because they are removed from us,
history soothes
allowing comfort and trust.
Someone, somewhere
has given that held most dear,
a sacrifice we selfishly try to share,
one many humans revere.
But if it were you, you
who must offer,
no, must ask your child to do,
would you?
Could you see,
in all your passion and poverty,
the greater we,
the presence of deity?
Well, I, speaking only for myself,
could see nothing but my only son,
my single source of wealth,
my only rising sun.
I will not call him to arms,
to feed the family,
to wrap himself in bombs
and do so happily.
I am simple and selfish,
basking in the light of my son,
I have but only one wish:
he’ll never know anything of being the one.