“What was the child wearing?” “A…uh, a Bluey t-shirt? And shorts, I think. Long red shorts past his knees.” “No, wait,” the mom interrupted. “Wasn’t he wearing that yesterday?” The mall security guard looked between them. “He, uh, he slept in it,” the dad continued,...
The silver doors shut with a heavy thud, and just like that, the tug on his mother’s wool sleeve was gone. Neo watched through the glass as her face changed. Sarah hit the window with her palms as the train began to pull away, her mouth moving in a scream he couldn’t...
Quietly the abandoned child sits, alone on a bench in this out-of-the-way bus shelter, hands folded neatly in his lap, ticket safely in his pants pocket, neither agitated nor calm, ever watchful and intent, under the dying rays of a late sun, more than a little hungry...
I wrapped the red coat around me, swallowed by the folds of wool. Its hem skimmed the ground. Two shiny gold buttons fastened it at the front. It had been given to me by the family who lived on the third floor near the toilet closet. They had a young daughter who died...
