It’s Independence Day. I sit on a patio with a drink in my hand. Dusk sets in, and the breeze from it feels coolish on my body, still sticky from the heat of the afternoon. My niece runs over, breathless, grasping a small object. She pushes a mason jar into my hand. “Will you take ...

Sitting on the hillock, Selene took her eleven-year-old daughter, Amara, into her embrace as a sweet melody that had been on repeat in her head flowed from her tongue. Together they sat in silence and stared at the moon. Overcome with a twinge of nostalgia, Selene mesmerized of the happy days she cherished with her ...

Sparks of light flicker Here, gone, there, gone; tricking eyes to search the darkness.