She could feel it: a gaze locked onto her every move. No matter where Amelia roamed in her small home, it was always there. It
Raindrops clink as they bounce off the roof tiles. The peaceful rhythm tries to lull Evelyn to sleep. They attempt to shake off their drowsiness.
Mr. Rutherford had a vision, and that vision concerned the kind of life he was building. Mr. Rutherford was a quiet man, and his vision
A trio of clouds, bruised and smoldering from the summer night’s rain, lingered over the lake as Ava and Gino ate breakfast. They sat on
“Folktales change form, forever lasting in the cultures they find home in.” — Kaci Zhang “Baba Yaga! Come out you old hag!” I stare
Mid-morning teh tawar manis—black sugarless tea—on a Chinese corner across from Beringharjo. Chairs with backs & high tables; good lighting & fans. After so long in
So trite, my boss, balding, puts his hands on my shoulder while I am processing words instead of word processing.
The board had already been arranged. The pieces were circular stones, standing in formation atop a wooden battlefield.
It was a typical winter afternoon at Odessa City Beach, damp and chilly. The sky was low, flat, and grey.
The lantern my wife believes I’ve returned is still sitting in my shotgun seat. As we leave for church, she opens the door and finds it sitting in her spot, lacking the courtesy to move an inch.