“This here’s the start of the old Buford place,” Mae was saying up front. “Where?” Frank asked, twisting around to look out the window. “I don’t see anything.” Cheryl stirred in the back seat, raising her head from the corner of the window. She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep, but it must […]
The forty-minute flight from Washington DC had been bad enough, their eighteen-seat prop jet bucking and yawing on every stray gust, but when Cheryl stepped out onto the tarmac at the tiny Lathrop airfield and felt that first rude slap of Southern humidity, her stomach lurched again into her throat. Cheryl Crawford had been raised […]
Love, loss, friendship…and Salsa dancing? At this year’s first Open Mic Night, we had some amazing presentations of poetry, a little bit of music, and a lot of fun. Our night kicked off with some powerful poetry about mental health and the pain a loss can bring. It was wrapped up with a charming exchange […]
For nearly forty years, the builder-grade split-levels had squatted side by side in a cul-de-sac south of Atlanta. Only skeletal remains of shrubs dotted the perimeter of the house on the right. Extravagant rosebushes adorned the house on the left, where Joan knelt with pruning shears, her cutting making a reassuring sssst-sssst sound as she […]