The Note in Locker Fourteen
I should have known something was wrong with the way Leo had been quiet all through Tuesday evening,...
I should have known something was wrong with the way Leo had been quiet all through Tuesday evening,...
The digital numbers on our kitchen microwave always glowed a flat, unforgiving red when the clock struck 10:00...
Seven thousand four hundred and twenty days had passed since the new roof fund was established at St....
The gravy boat was chipped right at the lip where it met the silver handle, a little crescent...
The silverware drawer in my mother’s kitchen always had that one misfit hiding down in the far right...
The linoleum floor of the St. Jude parish hall always had this faint, permanent smell of pine cleaner...
The silver metal tray hit the mahogany wood of the dining room table with a sharp, heavy clatter...
Every single month of my life, as far back as I can remember, there was one specific thing...
The steam from the beef and cabbage stew always hit the kitchen window first, clouding the glass in...
The blue light on my phone screen read 4:12 when the notification popped up from Clara about the...