Chapter Sixteen: The Garden
The way was familiar. The flat stones beneath his feet were warm and smooth. Myrtle and ivy drifted over the...
The way was familiar. The flat stones beneath his feet were warm and smooth. Myrtle and ivy drifted over the...
“There you are,” she said, dawn in the steel light slits on the ceiling. Forest Glade wafted in....
After Felix left she straightened up the house, made the bed, washed the dishes. The stale air was making...
The day disappeared into its end, vanished like no other day had in his memory. Felix felt like he had only...
And so it went for them. Time passed while they planned their escape to Alaska, plans achieved through...
Veronica was relieved that the storm would prevent her from going to Les Jardeen. She was tired and felt...
Felix leaned his bike against hers and descended the stair. The ride home, full of food and happy, free of...
Bryson lay in a tub of cold water beneath the broad and shapely crown of an oak tree. Hanging off a wooden...