Josh wants nothing to do with my idea of digging up half the back lawn.
Tendrils of purple vine, voices floating on temperate air—Findlay park, empty in the cold morning dew, was now brimming in the warm embrace of midday.
Siobhan already made two appearances in the parlour room to pick up the extension that morning.
In the crowded Kamalapur Railway Station, Arunima could be found wearing heavy make-up and gaudy salwar kameez.
we started at this pond in rockcliffe.
Silk. She had saved for months to afford it. Sheer gold.
The sky was hung with pink the day I sent everyone away.
Turning over in bed, Jeri-Lynne felt an ache and a grief so deep that she clutched her pillow reflexively.
The sight of my late father sitting at the water’s edge filled me with dread.
It had been a favourite topic of discussion at dinner parties throughout the years.