The Quiet Harmony
Clara’s fingers traced the spines of books in the dim glow of the library’s overhead lights, each touch a silent conversation with stories she’d memorized. The air smelled of aged paper and lavender, a scent that clung to her like…
Quiet Moments
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The Last Light of Summer
Clara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching on gravel as the salt-kissed wind tugged at her coat. The town of Marrow’s End was smaller than she’d remembered, its crooked buildings huddled against the sea like old friends sharing secrets.…
The Last Light of Summer
The air smelled of pine resin and rain by the time she reached the creek, her boots sinking into the mud as she crouched to dip her hands into the water. The river ran cold, its surface breaking into a…
Dust & Chrome
## Dust & Chrome The Lockheed Electra shuddered, a metal bird fighting the Gulf Coast chop. Amelia traced the coastline with a gloved finger on the sectional chart, her gaze distant. Not toward Florida, not today. South. Far south. The…
The Bloom After the Storm
The chipped Formica felt cool under Leo’s palms. He kneaded, pushed, folded—each motion a futile attempt to work out the knot in his chest. Rye dough. It smelled like…everything. Like his grandmother’s kitchen, like Sundays, like a life he couldn’t…
Echoes in Gray
The chipped ceramic of the mug warmed Leo’s hands, did little for the cold that settled deep in his bones. Rain lashed the window of the diner, mirroring the gray wash over everything he drew. He sketched, a gaunt figure…