Sierra heard there would be color on the other side, but she didn’t understand what that meant. She lived in the hills near Marcus and his people. She had met Marcus among the breezy trees that outlined a grassy path. It stretched between the base of the hills to the...
Mama gave birth to us three girls in succession back in the day where men sat in waiting rooms with cigars, hoping for boys. Papa never got to hand out a single cigar because they gave up after me. But he didn’t care. “More cigars for me,” he said. My older sisters,...
Franki asked Ma the question nobody else would. “Why do all short people end up in the basement?” “Shh.” Ma pointed upward. Franki saw nothing but blue sky and glorious clouds floating above. She breathed in the odor of freshly cut grass. Skipped along the gravel...