When Wally asks me to punch him in the stomach, I try not to hold back. I let it rip. I set my feet like he taught me to, draw back my fist, and deliver a blow to the spot he's pointing at—right above ... [+]
On the days I visited the care center, I'd walk past this used bookshop on a quiet sidestreet. There were these four books in the shop window that always caught my eye. Other books would come and go ... [+]
Once upon a time, there was girl born with a glowing heart. Everyone could see it tucked behind her rib cage, pulsing like a pink lighthouse. She didn't need a night-light, because her heart glowed ... [+]