The Ring

The Ring

I remember the feeling of a bag pulled over my head. It blocked most everything except the sun. I was pulled along to the ring with it shining down on me. I’d seen the ring before, of course. A spacious place that could seat thousands. It would be full today, I knew...
Happy Ending

Happy Ending

Candace narrowed her eyes at her little brother. “Kit, be quiet. We’re supposed to go to bed.” Kit, four years younger and infinitely more obnoxious at only seven, peeked over his quilt at her. It was hard to see him in the nighttime shadows of their bedroom. “Candy,...