The owner of a drug store walks in to find a guy leaning heavily against a wall.
The owner asks the clerk, “What’s with that guy over there by the wall?”
The clerk says, “Well, he came in here this morning to get something for his cough. I couldn’t find the cough syrup, so I gave him an entire bottle of laxative.”
The owner says, “You idiot! You can’t treat a cough with laxatives!”
The clerk says, “Oh yeah? Look at him, he’s afraid to cough!”
He looked like the boy next door. The one who shoveled driveways, earned merit badges, waved shyly at neighbors who never looked twice. But the life he…
Grief doesn’t always scream. Sometimes it hides behind closed doors, behind a face that won’t crack, behind a man who walks away before the dust has even…
It started with a mark. A ring of scars, too deliberate to be random, too quiet to be harmless. You’ve seen it before, without really seeing it—on…
The stench hit first, thick and wrong, curling into his lungs like a warning. He thought it was pests, a nest, a nuisance he could pay someone…
He walked away from her. That’s the part he can’t rewrite, no matter how many scripts he’s handed or how many lights burn his name across a…
The room froze when she spoke. A toddler, barely two, stood in the middle of a police station begging to confess a crime, clutching a stuffed rabbit…