“Your mother was a whore!” The shout echoed from the mouth of the temple as if the stones themselves hurled insults at the small figure darting through the doorway. Bartholomew’s tormentors also burst from the entry, pursuing him across the… Continue Reading
Lakeisha’s Momma called her “Princess” every morning, as she braided Lakeisha’s hair into fat black pigtails. Lakeisha was very glad that Momma had no idea of the ogre her Princess faced on the school bus every day. Red lights were… Continue Reading
It’s taken me twenty years to find the courage to knock on Nigel Crothers’ door, and he lives two streets away from my family home. Heading there now I’m dreading every step, counting each familiar streetlight and paving stone, carrying… Continue Reading
Niall knew what people said about him. They said he was slow, simple. Not right in the head. They looked at him staring off into space, at the girders on the local building site, at the opaque water of the… Continue Reading