Another morning dawned quietly as Elizabeth Ellis sat at her desk writing. She had been up for more than three hours already and a now-empty coffee carafe sat on the desk next to an equally empty coffee mug. Liz liked being up … Continue reading
Summer didn’t bother to count the years; they didn’t matter. She still remembered everything as if it had just happened. Here. This playground. Everything was brand new then, including the dress she had been wearing. Carefully stepping over the rotting … Continue reading
She held the letter in her hand, afraid to let it go. It had arrived via email, but like all his messages, she had printed it out so that she could hold it, hold him, in her hands. On one … Continue reading