You don’t ride him that much, he said, troubled. Because I can’t! I’ve been sick. I’m very sick. All right, all right, don’t get excited. She kept changing the horse’s name.

The other cops shrugged. It was midnight. A small crowd gathered in front of the modest rambler, drawn by squad cars and flashing lights. They were a feisty bunch, women in robes, men with cans of ...

Here are three very short stories that can take your leadership from good to great. The god, Poseidon, riddled with angst, hates his job. After all, he's the God of the Sea who never spends time ...