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
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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