NIghtmare

Moonlight trembles in silvered pools on the grass, and we are dancing. I didn’t know you could waltz, you murmur; I didn’t know either. It is a slow melody, and we are in each other’s arms forever: a full step back, to the side, half a step forward. I do not even sense the futility…

She Spoke First

She spoke first. Actually, he was relieved. The silence between them had been long and awkward. He noted the soft murmuring of voices from neighboring tables, the occasional clink of a fork on a plate or a spoon swirling in a coffee cup. On the other side of the room a woman laughed, which seemed…

Falling Sky

Some days on the road that fall I felt like we were all kidnap victims, my father some desperate outlaw trying to get us as far away from the scene of the crime as quickly as he could. Other days I felt like we were all fugitives on the run. Most of the time, though,…

He Wonders What It Will Take

I was hard on toys,” she says. “Especially dolls and teddy bears. The things that matter most to me . . . I’ve never trusted they would last.” She swirls her spoon in her coffee. She doesn’t look up. “I abused the toys I loved. I pulled off the arms and ears, the buttons. I…

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