Boy in a Well | Part 2

His face is plain and new and too small to really see. I had never seen this boy before. Before he can throw another rock at me, I call out to him: “Hi!” He can hear me. I wonder how he got in there. I wonder for how long. I ask him this.  Maybe he…

Evasence and their Girls

{a random portion of a story I had in my notes}   Hands cold and pale clasp over the ivory spills of hair that tumbled down the girl’s head. “What is your purpose?” It was not a question. It was a demand. The girl looked up from the ashen floors. “To listen. And to obey.”…

Wind and Cake

(Inspired by The Book Thief ) Has a child ever walked past you on a particularly bland day and say how much of a waste of air you are? Or perhaps you have said such a thing to another person who you believed was entitled to this label? Well, I’ve got a bit of news for…