Into the dark. Into the woods. Ricocheting off branches, tripping over tangled tree roots, gripping my arm as I stumble on, sobbing. Are those his footsteps coming after me or is it the wind? A bird? An animal? I come to a flying halt and crouch down in the dirt, trying to...
I help them get Brodie back to the bikes. She’s complaining the whole way that she wants to go and build sandcastles and have another ice cream but as soon as we get close to the bikes she stops complaining and starts yelling and squealing instead. She springs free from my hold and races towards ...
We’re hearing all sorts of crazy talk about what went down at The Gun & Knife Show in Ventura a few days ago, and it’s got X-Files written all over it.Over fifty guns were stolen, along with enough ammo to blow up the White House. The police are claiming an inside job (a local biker crew with...
She’d been trying to avoid it, but she really didn’t want to sleep on the sofa again. She stood a while in the doorway trying to conjure the ghost of Lucas – squinting through her lashes to see if she could picture him lying on the bed, one leg bent sideways, the scars on his chest catching silve...