My name is Margaret Collins, though everyone who has ever mattered to me calls me Maggie. At seventy-two
The ballroom was a galaxy of glittering crystal and forced smiles. I sat at my designated table, a small
It is often said that animals become dearer to us than many people. Their love is pure, selfless;
The barracks reeked of a suffocating mix of dampness, sweat, and old smoke. A thick layer of dust covered
The widower noticed that all the flowers he left on his wife’s grave kept disappearing: he decided to
In the supermarket, a girl raised her hand, fingers spread wide, palm facing outward. A simple gesture
A biker slapped an 81-year-old veteran in a diner — no one could have imagined what would happen in the
I was in bed with nearly 102°F fever. My whole body ached, every bone felt foreign. My head was pounding
The lawyer’s voice cut through the stillness of the room, every word sinking into me like a weight.