Lacey was as excited as a child on Christmas morning. New York City was a fluffy winter scene. The first snowfall of the season in Manhattan brought the outside world to a dead stop. The streets were lined with kids playing and adults shoveling sidewalks. Quiet fell on the normal bustle of the Big Apple. ...

Grief was as new to Lacey as having seasons. Autumn approached faster than she anticipated it would. She wasn’t prepared for change of any kind. The passing of her older sister, Maisie, had rocked her to the core. Maisie’s death was not the plan. The two women planned to grow old together. They would conquer ...

The girl who’s got it together keeps a spotless dwelling. There is no heap of clothes draped over a desk chair, or hamper, or laundry basket, or towels hung from the wardrobe knobs. Her room is camera ready for a design magazine. It is sparse, with walls painted in a soothing lavender, and select pieces ...

We were surprised but not frightened when the dead came to visit. Our hopes and prayers had been answered. Their return, a gift that death was an elaborate joke, a mistake, a bad dream. At first, we knew them. Lost family members, ex-lovers, neighbors, and friends of friends made their way to our homes. The ...

10 At sunset, the black and white dog stopped following the woman in the kitchen. Her ears perked up, and she looked at the woman as if she had the answer. The dog trotted to the front door and stared through her reflection at the headlights of cars driving by the house. None pulled into ...

“Geena! How long does it take to catch a fish girl? You’ve been down by the beach all day!” The gulls resting on the sand scatter into the air, frightened by Ma’s hollering. I wave to her but say nothing. It’s better to do that and avoid a fight. Some days Ma gets mad enough ...

The old woman set aside a yellowed, dog-eared script atop a tower of books by her chair. She sat back and rested her head on a well-worn spot in the recliner, her short, wavy gray hair flattened. Her name, Grace Averill, and a date of June 1957 were scribbled on the script’s first page, A ...

Brennan’s Jetta puttered to a stop when the railroad crossing arms lowered. The crossways fell like a protective parent’s arms to their child. Cold air blasted through the vents, and the wipers scraped jagged strips of ice across the windshield. Raindrops froze in streaks. He blew into his folded hands. Beside him was a thin ...

“Hurry Kitty! I haven’t got all day to spend at the milliner’s.” “I merely desire to browse a little more. Why do we have to leave so soon?” “The rest of my wardrobe for my trip to Brighton must be made today. We don’t have hours to dawdle in one boutique.” I grab the bonnet ...

The house had aged from the time he’d packed his bags. Simon felt his presence in the home leaving before he physically did. College started the following week. He looked around his bedroom. It had changed little since he had moved in five years ago. Faded to a dusty pink, the red wallpaper revealed only ...