by Sarah Toney (This story contains suicide.) The air was thin and icy. Breathing it in felt like swallowing shattered glass. The city was beautiful from this height and the boy wanted to reach out and feel the warmth of the setting sun. The heaviness in his chest felt a…
by Joanna Wolford Bernie was sleeping comfortably in his recliner until he got the uneasy feeling that someone was standing over him. He peeled his eyes open just enough to see his wife Aggie, but he refused to open his eyes fearing that she would make him get up, and…