“I may have the same pairs, but I know the difference between each one,” she had said with a bright smile. There were black ripped jeans skittering the light gray carpet. Only she would know if they were clean or dirty. I stood in the doorway to Dani’s room with a box pre-taped. I looked ...

Read Part 1 | Part 2 ~ Red curls bounce and reflect light on the television across the room. In the deep recesses of my visual cortex an impulse fires and a chain reaction of electrochemical events cascade into a single thought. Madison?  My heart quickens. A lightness creeps into my chest, bubbling up as ...

Who’s Michael? Devoid of perception, I am falling. I am aware of nothingness. Neither asleep nor awake, the existence of time suggests I’m alive. A crooning infiltrates my perception. “My son is back.” A tachycardia alarm shakes me as nausea changes gravity’s directions in the nightmare half-sleep. Swirling, tossing darkness stretches between seconds and eternity. ...

A rhythmic beeping permeated the darkness. A warmth squeezed somewhere at something. Then, there was light. An impulse twitched and flicked my soon to be recognized eyelids. In my periphery, a soft blue blur came into focus. It draped over an arm – my arm. My tremoring vision followed my left arm to the source ...