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Dodo was mid-dream when a crash woke her up. Her favorite dress was in the wash. And Oscar had eaten the last marshmallow. Three sour things. All before breakfast. Dodo roared so loud the milk jumped off the table. She did the unthinkable. ‘Naughty little girl,’ said mum and shut the door. Dodo clenched her fists and stuck out her tongue. ‘I’m leaving!’ she shouted. ‘For something better!’ she puffed. But where to go? Dodo looked outside the window. The brightest idea came t

Luca jumps down the front steps, two at a time. Monday morning, time for school. The air is crisp and smells like autumn. What wonderful, delightful things will he see today? Just around the corner, he meets… A GIANT! Mr. Goldwin hurries past. A tall office building sits on his shoulders—with windows, antennas, and fast whirly doors. Two phones hang where his ears used to be, ringing and ringing. Above him, high up in the air—a dark, scary cloud. Luca calls out: ‘It's sunny t

Jerome Lancaster had been standing in front of a heap of soil for several minutes before he noticed it was not a grave. He took a photograph anyway– then stood there a moment longer, not quite ready to move on. He had fallen out of love with life over the course of three years, little by little and then all at once, the way safety pins disappear around a house. Him being here, 5000 miles away from home, in the Merry Cemetery, was nothing but a testament of love for his wife,

‘Come walk with me to the river,’ says June while gently pinching Dodo’s cheek. But Dodo does not fancy this idea. The couch is cozy and the screen is full of stories. ‘How long is the walk?’ she asks her grandmother. ‘Just right. One hour. Long enough for the sun to say goodbye and the moon to say hello,’ answers June. Dodo sighs, slowly dragging her feet. Her grandmother stops in front of every house and greets all neighbors with a smile. ‘How long is one hour?’ Dodo wo