Jerome Lancaster had fallen out of love with life over the course of 3 years, little by little and then all at once, the way safety pins disappear around a house. You don’t worry as each one goes missing… not until the day you really, desperately need one. Him being here, 5000 miles away from home, in the Merry Cemetery, was nothing but a testament of love for his wife, Olivia. It was she who always had a particular interest in tombstone tourism and he just played along, maki

‘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. Just 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?’ Do

Judy watched Friedrich held the tiny furry creature as a mother might cradle her newborn. She giggled and ran her fingers through her hair. There was something both confident and vulnerable in his movements, and she felt a little awkward looking at him—like catching someone in a moment too private to witness. Many of the animals brought back to the shelter were abandoned frail strays who had suffered trauma, one way or the other. Some were, initially, in a constant state of h

A short story in 4 Acts Act 1. The Studio The truth of the matter was I had never seen him face to face. Which made things worse with the...