I asked, rushing down the path away from Trudy’s house. “It’s fine. I’m not upset.” Carrie fumbled the keys and they hit the sidewalk with a heavy metallic thud. She hissed a curse, grabbed the keys, and continued stomping her way to the car. “Are y...
With this being my first autumn in Wenwood since a childhood visit in which my mother routinely overdressed me in anticipation of subzero temps, my cute suede waist jacket was an easy mistake to make. Sure, I’d checked the news and watched the weatherman on Channel 6 predict we were in for a seas...
Lavenders and blues, pinks and purples flared across the textured plane. I carefully tipped the sheet of glass against the window, studying it, looking for the bright spots and soft spots, the direction of any visible wisp lines. It was one of my favorite parts of the process. Those were the mome...