Luna perched regally on a plastic chair along the wide deck of the school, looking over the schoolyard. She saw her subjects picking their noses and throwing stones onto the hopscotch grid etched out in chalk. She heard a kindergartener … Continue reading Lunette by Jacopo Fabbri
It was about 5 o’clock when Michelle Walsh walked through the door. Sherlock Holmes and I were at home, 221b Baker St, not doing much, when Ms. Walsh came in sobbing. This is what she told us; “My husband, Victor, … Continue reading In the Absence of Poison by Ava M.