Author: Harlan Covington
Mary Reynolds, an eightyfouryearold grandmother, was perched on the bus shelter just a stones throw from
Emily, dont rush. Think it over once more, urged Aunt Liz, her voice echoing like a faded lullaby in
The blast was deafening. A cloud of blackness swallowed the ward, then, slowly, the shadows began to
Tom, its a girl, 7.7pounds! Emily shouted into the phone, her voice trembling with joy. I stood beneath
15June Tonight the river still haunts me, its dark water a mirror for the thoughts I cannot shake.
28June Im running lateagain. The meeting with the restaurants manager should have been twentyfour hours
The earth reeked of mourning and dampness, and each stone tossed onto a grave lid thudded like a dull
Did you see her, ladies, the woman in our ward? whispered one nurse, her voice drifting like a thin veil.
**11Nov2025** James When my son burst through the front door clutching two newborns, I thought I was
Blythe! Where are you hiding?! Let me have you! You dont even have to go home! Hear me? I wont let you get away!