There once was a woman who, as she aged, plucked the silver hairs out of her head. She kept them in a box with a lid that she would…
The song of the trumpet is carried high over the mountains, and over fields. The song of the trumpet is carried to me. It…
(A video uploaded to YouTube shows a woman, her face in shadow, speaking…
The Door-fitter was quite tall, I remember thinking — some practical luck for a man that fits doors all day — and when…
First came the warplanes, then the sirens. Machine guns crackled, explosions peppered the hills. The squadron burst through the…