Beyond the boundaries of herself, her parents and the enclosing garden walls, were open fields and other waiting places she still knew nothing of – lies of the land, perhaps. What Katie did know is th...
He had become the sky around the sun – alive, but not really there.
The breeze around them seemed to drop – dead – like a door to the best things had just closed.
Prayer is better than pills.
Bea stared at the pencils as if they were enemies.
Katie soon learned there was a problem with hope.
