Sample chapters of Oboe. (First draft.)
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 rather whom she is looking for. I hold up my Read more…
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. They are old growth, moss covered monsters that have stood Read more…