Change in the Weather

“Looks like rain,” Emma’s Grandma Frances said, looking up. Emma squinted up at the vast blue sky, then at her grandmother. “Where?” she asked. “On its way.” Grandma Frances nodded. “Let’s you and I find a place to wait it out.” “A place to hide?” Emma asked, excited by the idea of a new game.

Listen to me

Emma and her mother walked slowly back from their picnic at the neighborhood park, laughing as they recalled all the fun they’d had. As they rounded another corner, they both had to stop and stare. “Was that tree like that when we came this way before?” Emma’s mother asked, pointing to the tree with a

Dr. Suess tree

Further along their walk to the park, Emma pointed out the “Dr. Suess tree” to her mother. “Oh, yes, I see that all right,” Emma’s mother smiled. “It’s dancing!” Emma laughed, skipping ahead. Emma’s mother laughed. “Today, the whole world is like a Dr. Suess book,” she said, and soon found herself skipping along with

Man in the clouds

“Why is there a man in the sky?” Emma asked her mother as they walked. “What man? You mean God?” Emma’s mother asked. “No, no,” Emma said. “God has a beard. That one. In the clouds. See?” She pointed to the sky full of fluffy clouds. Her mother stopped to look, squinting. “Well, honey,” she

Night Walking (part 16)

It was late at night two weeks after the funeral when Phil released Henry into a nearby park. “Be healthy little guy, and stay away from the road,” he called, taking a video with his camera. Henry scampered into a thicket of salal without a backwards glance. Wiping unexpected tears from his eyes, Phil reached

Night Walking (part 14)

That night he couldn’t sleep. He slipped out of bed and got dressed to go outside. He had intended to just go sit out on the front steps, but his feet took him down the street as his mind went over the night’s events again. Tammy had felt like their experiment hadn’t worked. The small

Night Walking (part 10)

“Mister?” Tammy tugged on his shirt sleeve. “You okay?” He stared at the skinny opossum in the box as an idea formed, and looked at Tammy. “Do you want to help me save this little guy?” “Yeah!” Tammy smiled. Phil nodded, smiling, too. “We’ll bring photos to my Mother, let her know that the opossum