Author: Editor

Maturity

We headed across town, a trip the kids knew not to complain about, not because they would get in trouble, but because they knew how easily tears can cover their father’s face on the way to …

Tryst

You’re not going to cry, are you?” Roy was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was pulling on his socks.

Missing

He was in town for some kind of head hunting thing. Whether it was for jobs, or ,white slavery, was anyone’s guess. He didn’t specify. My guess was, it was a combination of …