It was a cold autumn day, and the evening sun was starting to set behind the jagged mountains in the distance.
If Lee’ah’s eyes had been open, she would have seen
“Hey kiddo”, Dad says, with his deep dad-voice. “It’s time for bed.” Tilly looks up to Dad. Dad is smiling, a crinkled-eyes dad-smile. Then Tilly glances at her toys.
It was a Tuesday evening and I was dancing the first dance with my friend Anny, a tall brunette in a flowy dress. A sunflower yellow dress, matching the glow of the summer
High above me in the air the monster screeches. Its pitch is maddeningly high, piercing, slicing my brain in half. I snap around. The giant owl is flying towards me, all outstretched talons,
“Chris, this display is just totally, utterly, absolutely depressing”, I say, looking at the book selection in front of me. Chris and I run this bookstore together. Well, technically Chris is my boss,