Red Umbrella
The girl with the red umbrella has haunted me for years now. When I met her, I was twenty-nine, and trying to put off thirty for as long as I could. Thirty is the age where people start asking if
Thin Ice, A Short Story
The day after Jill and Brady's funeral, Dad and I drove up to the beach and parked on top of the hill where we could just barely see the waves breaking and sat in the car and didn't talk. That
What the Girl Next Door Brought with Her
On the day that the girl next door moved in, she carried a worn-out cardboard box with the word "photographs" written on the side. She was wearing a gray t-shirt and jeans that made her frizzy red hair stand out
B.
January Jorge was just about to drag me over to my bike when we heard the cheerleaders screaming. "Hey, hey, hold up!" I yanked my arms out of my backpack straps so he couldn't wrestle me over to the metal rack. "You