Author: Harlan Covington
When the volunteer opened the kennel, my plan fell apart That Saturday, I stepped into the animal shelter
John had fried some potatoes and opened a jar of pickled onions. Today marked a year since his beloved
Sarah was sprawled out on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. Worry kept her from even thinking about sleep.
Tuesday, 12:40pm, somewhere off the A5 Theres a peculiar calm that settles over English cafés around
A half-dead dog covered a tiny shivering bundle, yet people passed them by as though they werent there.
The Hospital Bed Where Childhood Ended She was twelve when her childhood was stolennot on the playground
I found myself wandering through endless mist until the pain became too much. Three full days of a pounding
That evening, I decided not to clean up the spilt stew. I simply stepped over the puddle, opened my laptop
The cardiologist, Dr. Alexander Bradshaw, arrived at the health resort for a well-deserved break.
My Imaginary Friend You wouldn’t believe it, but for the past three days, theres been a proper







