Prudie stood at the foot of her bed, a hand-embroidered handkerchief spread open in front of her. She rubbed her fingers…
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”
The sun’s white-hot light broke through the afternoon haze. The sweltering afternoon breeze blew the golden wild…
Fiction
A loud horn starts up as I look up to a massive wooden tower above me. A man dressed in gold and…