The wind had teeth that night. It came screaming down Route 9 hard enough to…
Hattie Mae Callahan had thirteen minutes before the library lights went dark and the last…
By the time Ray Callahan saw the scrap of color against the pine tree, dusk…
By the time the little girl pressed her tiny hand against the window and whispered…
By the time the city understood what had happened, a starving fourteen-year-old had already nearly…
Rain has a way of making cruelty look ordinary. It turns fresh tears into just…
By the time the engines went quiet on West 29th Street, the whole block was…
The boy did not ask the biker to save him. That was the first thing…
The ice was three inches thick, the kind of winter skin that looked solid under…
By the time anyone heard her screaming, the sky had already gone the color of…