Nowhere, that’s where I was driving. I had no home, no place to go, just the solitude of the road as my companion. I’d done . . .
“Just a little bit longer?” In my mind, the memory of last Halloween draws parallels to the movie Jaws. A little boy runs up from . . .
He came with the blooming flowers, just as the first taste of spring arrived. Ragged, torn clothes falling off his skeletal frame, the man crawled . . .