A Silent Dawn
On the snow-covered street leading to the market, Azara sang. It was the only song she knew, a song no one else had heard before. She focused on the song, her voice filled the afternoon with shades of sadness and nostalgia…
Many Lives
My name is Frank, and my life has been a series of lies. Let me tell you the worst of these, when I escaped from Greystone Psychiatric Hospital, thirty miles west of New York City. The institution didn’t brand me as a dangerous man, so they let me go on limited, lightly supervised walks outside […]
Reappearance
We had built it together. We spent many days and nights here, our little home away from home.
I placed the clear bottle on the wooden table and took a seat…