Category Archives: OBOE

The doorbell’s ring makes the words Avon calling spring unbidden into my head. Before the last chime has faded the door is snatched open. She sees us and casts a desperate look around and behind us. I know what, or … Continue reading →

The thought of crossing this line fills me with dread. I feel rooted to the ground. I know that once I move I will be changed forever. Steeling myself—or am I just delaying the inevitable?—I look up at the trees. … Continue reading →