Month: November 2017

She burned down her house -on purpose. But that is not where our story begins. It begins in the rolling plains of France, with boundless meadows put to rest under a bed of snowcapped mountains. Wild flowers tickle the scene, sprouting colonies where they please. Although the mountains leave shadowy footprints in the east, the … Continue reading It Might Be a Sign ― Chloe Frantzis

A baby shrieks. Then another, maybe more, it’s hard to tell. The labrador puppy in the crate at the feet of the man next to her whimpers. It’s a sad, hopeless sound. People lie on the floor around her, trying to get some sleep. They are all homeless and this is the street. Continue reading Waiting – Sophie Goodman