Beneath the Willow

She recognized the laugh. The sweet and carefree laugh that played through…

The White House

And I’ll treat it exactly like the others: preserve the period voice…

It’s a Small World

Sylvia locked the bathroom door, but didn’t know why she bothered. She…

Kerosene

The flame flickered inside the old rusting heater. Most of the device’s…

Home Sweet Home

Oh, why not write these things down? Why not, I say? For…

The Beautiful Blue Mist

1. Traveling down a long, dark corridor, a candle is my only…