A raised tree root caught Kelly’s toe, and she pitched forward, arms thrown out as her balance barely recovered. The gravel path crunched underfoot; each step attracted unavoidable attention. A turn taken too quickly led to a near collision with a trash can. Parks promised calm; Kelly delivered chaos. First kisses often happened in places ...

The old man has always been there. There was never a time in my life when he didn’t show up. True, it was always according to his schedule. Time meant nothing to him. He would show up when he wanted to and leave when he jolly well pleased. No glances at the wall to check ...