It was a bright Saturday morning when the quiet streets of Oakwood Park began to stir. Joggers...
The house smelled like roasted turkey and cinnamon, the comforting aromas filling every corner of the small...
The morning fog hung low over Miller’s Farm, blanketing the fields in soft gray. It was early,...
It was a chilly autumn evening when the call came in. Emergency crews were already stretched thin,...
The morning was quiet, the kind of early dawn when the air still holds a chill and...
I was only there to drop off paperwork. That was it. Five minutes, maybe less. I had...
The field behind the old farmhouse was quiet most mornings, wrapped in mist and birdsong. Dew clung...
The man sat two tables away from her, quietly stirring his coffee. He looked ordinary in a...
The alley behind the old apartment blocks was a place most people avoided. Overflowing trash bins lined...
It arrived on a Tuesday morning, folded neatly and slipped into the old metal mailbox at the...
