Anabill

          I found  the entry to my apartment house by touch, my sight still obscured by the unceasing stream of tears. I stood outsi...

The warmth of the early spring sun rested weightlessly across my back through the cafe window. I sat stiffly in my favorite chair, e...

My hand kept a firm grip on the knob, but dithered to open the door. Dread of who may be awaiting me on the other side held me at a...