From the Heart

The last well-wisher was gone, and Etta leaned on the door for a moment. Boots wove between her legs, purring. Etta straightened and moved to the couch. She pressed a tissue to her eyes, then sat. Boots jumped onto the sofa and settled next to her, his head in her...

             Andrew crossed the open field to where Mark and Juan sat in their lawn chairs, surrounded by hundreds of people in small groups. Juan squinted up at him. “Where have you been, man? It’s getting dark and the show will start soon. I thought you were only...

Brianna flopped onto the couch, exhausted. Her roommate, Megan, glanced up from her phone. “What’s wrong?” “I’m just wiped.” Megan raised her eyebrows. “Of course you are. You work two jobs, and when you’re not at work, you’re at church.” “That’s not true. I’m only at...