Snow Day
Ellen loved her brother, of that there was no doubt.
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
Alice gave me a furtive glance as she handed me a glass of lemonade.
It was a slow night, even for a Tuesday.
It took a lot of effort to get the fingerprints just right.
Martha woke from her terrible dream with the chills.
Murderer! Murderer! I thought I would ne’er hear that word.
I climbed the back staircase of my grandparent’s old house.
Saturday mornings were never complete without the obligatory yard sale run.