April 7, 2026

A Lesson Learnt

The tissue-paper wrapped clutch bag had been nestled at the back of Clara’s wardrobe ever since she had moved in. She was a frail little lady who fell easily if she didn’t have a sturdy support, and she could be forgetful at times. Everyone was surprised that she’d never had an official diagnosis of dementia, although if she had, there’d be nothing anyone could do to cure it.
April 4, 2026

Lines We Cross

Joshua turned off the car radio and leaned back in his seat. His senses were alert, tuned to the daily news about the plight of migrants at the United States–Mexico border. A male voice reported the latest separations of families caught in the crackdown.
March 22, 2026

One Last Callback, Part 2

I was late to the party, and by the time I got there, everyone was in various stages of intoxication. I saw that there were some fathers of some of the younger kids there, too. Many of the kids who helped on the show were even younger than the cast, and had to have their parents take them to and from the theatre.
March 4, 2026

Earth Lessons

Her garden is the second most special thing to her. The most special is Charlie. If she joins her garden, Charlie can continue to work with all their seeds and their rich soil and the silly little jokes no one else but they cared to hear. They could still work together.
February 1, 2026

Now and Then, Part 2

Julia was only half listening. She was concentrating on her dad. Looking at the redness in his wrinkled cheeks, at his thin lips bent into a faint smile and at the sparkle in his small, sunken eyes as he continued to stare through the glass.
January 19, 2026

Will-o’-the-wisp

Emma has to wash off all that dirt in the shower. Standing under the scalding jets of water, the girl scrolls through memories. She’s tired of trying to get on TV, let alone singing in the small basement club.
December 31, 2025

New Year’s Eve Games

The fax machine sprang alive. She waited for it to finish and read the paper. “Good Evening, Ms. Li-Tybalt. My name is Victor Rolfe. I operate a business known as the ‘Order of the Dragon Theatre Troupe.’ You have been selected to participate in one of our most exciting games to be held tonight.”...She crumpled the paper and tossed it towards the shredder. The fax rang again. She just caught the words on the paper. “Ms. Tybalt, I have your son.”
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