Principal Swank leaned back, his rolling chair squeaking beneath him, and placed his fingers behind his head as if he intended to take a nap.…
The path along the riverbank was muddy from a morning rainstorm. Jillian trudged the half-mile walk to Grandfather’s house, past the farmlands, the old rancher’s…
Frogs croaked in a rhythm as if timed to a metronome, and fireflies flickered in the rushes. On the deck, a glass of wine in…
One night Helen left the window ajar to let in the late September breeze. She had chosen this little yellow stucco house by the sea…
The drifters came upon the dusty Oklahoma town off Route 66 on a gray October afternoon. They were hungry and tired, and were just barely…