For Savannah Angry, frozen snowflakes hissed against Derrick’s window. Cold seeped through cracks in his Dad’s stupid, sagging house and gathered around his ankles. He pulled his afghan off the bed and pulled it to his chin. The scratchy yarn smelled like gingerbread and sage incense. Like […]
holiday stories
There was only one present left under the tree, and it wasn’t big enough to be the racetrack that Billy wanted. It’d been the only thing he’d asked for this year, too. Well, not the only thing, but the only important thing. His parents should have known that. He fought […]