“Let’s go,” said Sherri. “I’m almost finished,” Dan said. “See my bridge?” Sherri and Dan had been playing in the sand about two hours. “Mom wants us home. Soon.”
He stood facing the sea in silence. There was no one around to talk to or to listen to. He’d been working a lot and was tired. He needed a hot meal but it’d have to be a while yet.
"Scotty," the boy screamed a bit late. The shiny, dark blue sedan that hit Scotty did not stop. The charcoal-gray terrier lay in a lifeless heap near...
"Daddy!" Jonathan yelled. Morris Windom, a widower nearing middle age, cocked his head to be sure he heard right. He guessed the boys were fighting again.