T’was the night before Christmas and after a long shift at the lab, Isabel stalked the supermarket shelves. She looked down at the few remaining loose Brussel sprouts. Scrawny little rejects. She didn’t even really like sprouts, but you couldn’t … Continue reading →
Liam was beyond hearing me, trapped in a world of touch, scent and taste, but the liquid sloshing around in the stoneware jar I carried was just a temporary state for him. Each touch of the misty air and dew … Continue reading →
“I’m going to get more stocking stuffers than you,” boasted seven year old Daphne to her friend, as they played in the backyard. They had just finished making a snowman and were surveying their handiwork. The snowman’s eyes were two … Continue reading →