The Fall

Russell hit refresh and stared as emails popped in. Same as yesterday, and all the yesterdays now counted as years, his inbox filled with messages from colleagues, students, people who looked up to him, people who wanted to be him. All of them persons he was about to...

The Christmas Gift

The north wind was bitter, but north was the direction the children needed to walk to get home. Sylvie skipped ahead of her brothers, singing, defying the icy air to steal her voice or her happy mood. Christmas was coming. Ted never minded walking beside his sister,...