Though the buses still ran in the streets and the radio stations were still playing the same songs, everything appeared distorted to me, as if reflected in a carnival mirror. Arriving home Sunday, I stood on the front porch staring at the birch sign engraved “The Davises” as though I’d never seen...
It was rosy gold. She didn’t know what day of the week it was. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep. Her head hurt and her swollen ankle throbbed with pain. She sat up and gritted her teeth through the painful process of removing her boot. Finally it was off and she leaned back with a deep ...
Shit! she thought. How could I have forgotten that? She needed to call them, but first... She switched on the air conditioner to relieve the stuffiness in the house and went to the kitchen to get a soda. She stiffened at the sight of a note taped on the refrigerator door. The note was written in ...
Sergeant Miller told Stef over the phone. “Nine a.m. sharp.” There was nothing in his voice to tell her whether this was good or bad news. “What’s it about?” she asked, though she was positive she knew. “IA has finished their investigation,” he reported. “And?” she prompted. “That’s what the capt...