Muggy August air slipped into the bedroom from the window. Sam rolled over in bed and rested his forehead against his wife’s. He and Antigone were arguing—in whispers—so the boy down the hall wouldn’t hear. She was intent upon enrolling Ryder in Mercy High School. Sam was determined to keep their...
Even Lovers Get the BluesSnowflakes do not fall silently. They make sounds, depending on where you are. Standing in the middle of the woods, they sound like sparkling wind, groaning pines, and snoring filtering up from the deeply buried burrows of little creatures. In the Round Corners Restaurant...