A Season of Miracles

All of us kids sat soberly on the couch, looking at our rather distraught parents. They took a breath, looked at each other, and then back at all. . . eightish?…of us. Then, “I’m so sorry, but we can’t afford gifts this Christmas.” It wasn’t the first time, nor the last time, we were toldContinueContinue reading “A Season of Miracles”

The Dark of the Night

I cowered in the closet, clutching the baby in my arms. I could hear both men out there, searching, slow and dogged. I hugged the baby closer, silently begging it not to cry. The men had already killed everyone else in the house. Surely, I could save this one child. Click. Click. One came closer,ContinueContinue reading “The Dark of the Night”