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.
I’ll always remember when I was three and stepped up onto a new sidewalk that was too high for me, almost to my knees.
Shrieking wails, carried by the churning wind above, deafens me as the darkness steals my sight.
A breeze tousled the silver birches that loomed above the trail, provoking a flurry of golden autumn leaves.
Some years before, I had moved to a coastal town thinking that fortune smiled on writers in picturesque places.
When we live our lives on the edge, with no regard for how we conduct ourselves or how we treat our mates, it’s no surprise that consequences usually follow.
Wandering endless bleached earth.