She hid behind the bookshelf. Her small body fit perfectly in the space between the wall and the rows of books her mother collected and…
Sadness. Redefined,by our memories hiding from awareness, lost in time.Watery dreams surface, unfulfilled and gasping for sure breath…
“Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six.” He said out loud to no one as he turned around to look out the window. “I had a feeling it was…
It was the third morning that she woke up on this bench. It was the nicest bench she’d slept on. She woke up by the water as the sun…