I ran for almost a mile after the car had swerved and barely missed me. I started on the shoulder, thumb out, middle of the night. Didn’t expect the car to stop for me. Didn’t expect it because no one picked up hitchhikers anymore. That had been my experience. Then again, ...
He clicked the phone and hung up on the guy. He dialed the second number listed. The phone rang. John Lane’s voice answered and said, “Is everything okay?” Cameron hung up again and dialed a third number. &n...
Evan had crossed that threshold in a way. He had died many deaths, or rather his identity had. Evan wasn’t his real name, but his name had changed so many times over the years that it ceased to matter what his name was. Now, he was Evan, a groundskeeper at King’s College in London. A sparrow flew...