When Leo Sayer begins to sing “More Than I Can Say,” there’s an immediate sense of familiarity...
The theater lights dimmed and a gentle hush settled across the room as the father and daughter...
Most people never noticed me. I pushed my cleaning cart down long hospital corridors, emptying trash cans...
Every morning, commuters hurried through the city square without looking down. They stepped around the man sitting...
The community hall was modest, with wooden floors that creaked softly and rows of simple chairs arranged...
Among sailors, some stories never disappear. They are not written on maps or carved into wood, but...
The morning began like any other at the city zoo. The gates opened early, the air was...
It was the kind of morning that felt like it had been designed for mischief. The sun...
It was late afternoon in Brookside Park, that peaceful window of the day when the sun glows...
The Cloverleaf Diner sat beside the only highway leading into the small town of Redwood Falls. It...
