Late at Night
I opened my eyes and could not see.
I opened my eyes and could not see.
The Cedarwood Home for the Elderly stood at the end of a dead-end street in a rotting borough of a dying town.
Prickly pointy spikes
I entered the ballroom and searched for her in a sea of gowns and tuxedo.
“Hold the elevator, please,” said Trudy.
Eric thought his day would never end.
The Allfather’s daughter, shame of Asgard, fled the Great Hall and made her way through the wood to the cliff-side.
School wasn’t working for me.
Ellen loved her brother, of that there was no doubt.
“Damn,” Marnie said as she pulled over onto the icy soft-shoulder and got out, leaving the car running but the door ajar.
Walking by my daughter’s room with an armload of laundry, I pause to listen at the door.
I watched the sun set and the moon rise