A sweets shop’s bells jingle as the young girl enters. The front counter has jars filled with bullseyes and boiled mints. The wall has ...

It was 8 pm when I returned. The last six hours were akin to listening to a ranting relative during Thanksgiving dinner. Instead of ...

The pendulum’s swaying shadow kept in time to the sound. Silence echoed around the room. Darkness remained dormant within the clock. Twelve figures awaited ...

The scorching sunshine was overshadowed by the passing afternoon rain clouds. Now the grass, coated with droplets of water, set the stage for an ...