The Winter Sun
Shelby kept her distance and quietly watched the big dog. She could tell he smelled the return of spring in the air, the way he stood with his nose up, closing his eyes, as if reliving a pleasant memory
Disposal
When I was in the third grade, Lidia Pinkly took me inside her parents’ closet and told me a horrifying story about The Pigman—who feasted on human flesh—and she swore it was true. I could handle just about anything as long as it wasn’t true. But this