by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…
by Jessica Van den Ancker Jane did not want to go. In fact, the idea of trading her cozy reading spot for her Bronco’s bucket seat and a perilous drive through a volley of wind and rain made her want to padlock herself inside the serenity of her shotgun shack….
