Take Me with You
“I wish you could come with me,” Juliette said, a hand moving like God’s, parting her hair like the earth as the rain flooded from the sky into the valleys of…
Little Words
It’s quiet. He can hear the crunch of snow as his daughter stands on one foot and then the other. He notices her red hands, and wonders how long she’s been…
Little Things
She tells him about it in a quiet voice, eyes downcast. But she realizes that Papa’s listening, and that makes a bit of something unknown swell in her chest…
Little Actions
The light’s failing. She still keeps a lookout for a small, brown shape in the dunes of white. She remembers the feel of it between her palms, downy and warm…
At The Crime Scene
The officer flipped open his notepad. “Alright, Mr...” He paused, looking at the owner of the house. “Bear. Everyone calls me Papa.” “Mr. Bear. What time did…