She was just home from the bars when she checked her gmail. Habit. Looking for some glimmer of hope from Charles, or…
When All’s Unwell The Night Before
What if…
So he had actually died on her thirteenth birthday. Heather only found this out days later, when Uncle Arthur came home…
Abe opened his eyes. Etta was already sitting at the table silently, watching him, as if she wanted to tell him off for lying in. He…
why do we do it
I do it to be around beauty — art mostly, imagination usually.