Pard was stone dead. I didn’t have time to ponder it. That red-paint injun grabbed his bloody hair […]
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She crouched under the bridge, cold and hungry and scared. The only bag she’d been able to find […]
Daughter You will have questions I cannot answer except to say that reality is but an illusion, a […]
I placed my finger on my king and gently toppled him. Dr. Tartov studied the board. “You revealed […]
The dew lay heavy on the grass, the lowering clouds a harbinger of afternoon thunderstorm. As previously arranged, […]
George greeted me with his usual smile, ushered me up onto the shoe bench as he got out […]
They will not trouble him here. This has become his place. He will tell no one about it.
“Who is that man in all the pictures, Mama?” “He was your grandfather.” She grips her purse. “My […]
Mrs. Stouffer fussed around the dessert table with shakers of Christmas glitter-candy, liberally dusting everything in sight with […]
I swore as I walked in that this would be the last time. I’d sworn this before, of […]