Josh wants nothing to do with my idea of digging up half the back lawn.
short story
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.
From the never-ending, dry landscape rose twenty trees in my field of vision.
Lily builds mazes in her dreams.
In the crowded Kamalapur Railway Station, Arunima could be found wearing heavy make-up and gaudy salwar kameez.
It had been a favourite topic of discussion at dinner parties throughout the years.
Sarah bit her lip, not out of pleasure but out of the need to steady herself so she did not dart for the door.
Marisol scrolls through the appointment list and marks the scheduled patients who have checked in.
The winds here are charged, tensed and pressing against the maple barks.
