Time stretched and bent around her as she sat. She’d been sitting in this chair by the door for some time. She’d been sitting in this...

They knew death was coming. Eventually. Maybe even soon. But none of them knew Death well enough to know how soon, and so it took them by...

She sat and sat and sat, waves of regret crashing on the shores of her heart, waves depositing the flotsam and jetsam of her broken life...

[Continued from last week’s post] Last week I wrote that Jack and I have figured out how to make ourselves at home in many different...