The other night, I had this oddly photorealistic dream about Ginny and her friends. It was all sorts of terrifying and fascinating, mainly because it felt very real; I actually ended up sleeping in the next morning because of it. I spent the last two days before that imperceptibly looking through their recent vacation photos … More Anticlimax

First Blood

I ran down the stairs and saw my Grammy pulling luggage out the front door. “Oh, oh! Wait for me!” I promptly hurried to our room upstairs to get dressed. It was empty. Mama must be in the bathroom again, I thought. Huffing, I hopped on one foot trying to get a better look in … More First Blood