Facing the altar, she looked up at a perfectly round stained-glass window. Kaleidoscope. Her heart tumbled backward in time. Like her tiny hand many years ago, her mind turned that…
I closed my eyes last night, and a brightly-colored picture appeared. I sit nervously in the front seat of that red Datsun. My hand holds the door handle, then my…
Time machine. A sweatshirt. Something thick and metal so I can bash in Jenny Martin’s knees. I wish I had any of these things instead of this blossom of blood-red…
