A Shrill Voice in the Night
On a cold winter night, worries kept me awake–that, and a strange voice.
On a cold winter night, worries kept me awake–that, and a strange voice.
Call it divine interference. Match after match, she couldn’t keep a light, and it proved to be a good thing she couldn’t.
He’d thought his father was gone forever, until that magical day in the snowy woods.