Keep Me

Let this tale serve as a reminder of the cost.

What Would You Do?

Each shake and shudder of Flight 817 invokes memories of her seven-year-old son’s toothy grin.

Anchor

There’s no escaping me.

Slender Fingers

Nothing could keep me there — “NO!” behind me something pulls my hair, dragging me through the mud.

Cold Ooze Kisses

Ehren needed a tough nanny to deter the pests attracted to his child.

Funny Nightmares

He was from another time, another place where people didn’t have faces.