He was bigger than she was, but one should never underestimate the wrath of a new mother. That much he knew.
Lately she had been thinking about how it would be only a few years before he left home. It made everything he did or said these days seem interesting and important.
They all seemed busy, preoccupied. But he knew they were watching him. Without a moment's notice any one of them could turn and attack.
Feet dangling, he balanced himself gingerly while waiting for the fire truck to pass.
As she sat back on her low chair, the pale morning light and gentle birdsong gave her a feeling of eternity.
He let his eyes finally come to rest on the thing he had been actively avoiding ever since Annalise left.
He looked up from his book, frowning at me as though I'd just appeared out of thin air. "What are you saying?" he asked, annoyed at the interruption. I stared back momentarily, making
“How are you today, young lady?” Mr. Sanford’s round and jolly face crested over the countertop like the full moon, craning to see her. Tearing her eyes away from the glass case
Silence may be the absence of sound, but this particular silence was full and heavy, filling the house from top to bottom.
The carpet was the color of sand and a sky that she'd not seen but a lifetime ago. The children squealed and rolled about on it's plush surface. Adults sat around it in
Her eyes opened wide just after 3 am, heart racing before she could even blink once into the darkness. The sound of the old gate creaking open, the low purr of the engine and the gentle crush of gravel under the tires were a cocktail of sounds she’d been waiting for.
Lush and green were the hills. Finally. After what felt like an eternity of winter. And not just any winter. The bitterest, most unforgiving season of cruel ice and winds that cut like