For a long time, we didn’t believe, or if we did, it was only in moments of veiled anguish: the flickering shapes ...read more
Joe threw the flashlight’s hollow beam over the cabin’s walls. His heart thumped hard against his ribs, and he still felt hungry, ...read more
There were a lot of things she’d done that Talia wanted to take back. Me, I only regretted the one. We had ...read more
Just let go of the wheel and keep your foot on the gas, I heard myself think, simple as an item on the ...read more
You know better than I where this is going, perhaps where this has gone. Maybe this is not a girls’ retreat at ...read more
It was the first day of chill, the ashy sharpening that portends autumn, the day the horses returned. It had been raining ...read more
Cold in New Orleans emptied the air. The buildings stood sharply separated from a sky now diluted, as if the air had ...read more
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