Sleeping with Sand

Jane’s husband is dead on arrival, head-on collision. Empathetic murmurs begin. She could have been working in ER today but called in sick. I see colleagues scurry around gathering shiny tidbits. Clear day, dry roads, no rubber scars from slamming breaks. New theories...

Botany Lessons

I remember the moment the translucent soap bubble of clarity popped listening to the radio as a back drop, occasional distraction to mundane housework I had no interest in the gardening show, just too lazy to turn the dial when a few snippets resonated, drawing my...