There’s something about the morning that feels tragic to miss in its wake, the early blue skies, the fresh new songs, the birds, the wind untainted,...
“Madge! Daniel!” Mrs. Duval’s voice sliced through the house. Breakfast waited, and in the Duval household, no one touched a fork until every invited...
When I create a flame, say by lighting a candle, the flame draws a colour and depending on the colour I see a kind of corpse. Red, a male adult will...