Faith, Fiction, Friends

Beneath heavy, darkening skies, the canvas of green, white, gray, off-white is punctuated by red, first a flash here and a small spot there,...

I’m frowning. The clay clings to the shovel; I have to keep scraping it off because otherwise all it does is cling more and then it cakes up...

Glance, leftward, from the screen, and see, refracting through the pane, a building, a wall of marble and glass; a cloud of fog floating fro...