“Guess what, Mommy? I die on my birthday,” said Gracie matter-of-factly a day before her fifth birthday. Trista filed it away as one of those weird things children say, but she didn’t sleep that night. At the party the next day, she kept close to her full-of-joy Gracie. Trista drew out her own breath as […]
Doyle, 64, licks his upper lip, his tongue tracing the curve of his grin. He stands at the door of Calvin, 21. He baited him online by pretending to be a young model named Julio. His mouth waters. Twenty percent of the time he could steal a kiss—a grab—because the young fool feared confrontation. Doyle
Kindness never could sit still. It was always on the go. Passing from one person to another. Sometimes it wore glittery outfits for everyone to see. Other times it took everything off and decided to be invisible. More than anything, it enjoyed how it had the power to light people up. Much had been said
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We listen to the burbling brook, walking in silence. This date is floundering. My fault. Should have worn my glasses. But no, I just had to impress. Spent this whole date stumbling. She tried to guide me; I smacked her hand away. Oops. Nothing’ll save this date. Then it happens. She’s pointing to the brook. A