Allen Mosby had been on the phone all day at the Family Services call-center and a new inbound was the last thing he needed. It came at 4:58 PM; two minutes before off-time. Sighing inwardly, he used his most saccharine… Continue Reading
Beth fingered the fresh bruises that ringed her neck. The pain, which responded to each prod, was soothing in its reliability. “What was different about yesterday, Beth?” asked the doctor sitting in the vinyl-covered visitor’s chair that faced her bed.… Continue Reading
It started when my mom and dad were fighting all the time. Or maybe it started before that, I really don’t know. Mr. Shankowski says I shouldn’t blame Mom and Dad for everything, but I don’t think he understands what… Continue Reading