A scorching September Saturday in 1997. There’s rowdy cheering and laughter of children running and hopping around outside, and metal … More
A Mother’s Day Tale
Her lips frown as if she smells a rancid stench while her head nods side to side.
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Death to Ms. VAL-entine
“Do you know what happened to her?” Olivia asks in a low murmur.
“…I always knew he was the one,” she says.