It started as a joke. Something the high school boys would taunt each other with on Friday nights after football games, the buzz of cheap beer cheering them on. They'd pile into a couple of pickups and cruise down the muddy roads outside of town until they took so many turns they weren't even sure … Continue reading The Bridge
Hannah. The word rose in her dream like the first rays of sun blooming over the horizon. Soft, pale, cool still in the lingering dark. Wake up. Hannah heard her name echo again but brushed it away like a pesky fly and burrowed deeper into her bed. This dream was too nice. There was a … Continue reading Big Sister/Little Sister
Typewriter Moon 