That Summer Afternoon
Eliza stands at the water's edge, her feet bare against the sand that holds the day's accumulated heat. The sun is lowering now, its light turned honey-thick, and she watches h...
The last Journey
The rain had been falling for three days without reprieve, not the soft Irish mist that Maeve had grown accustomed to in her forty-seven years, but a relentless hammering that turne...