United at Last #storyaday

Selma watched from a distance as they lowered the caskets into the ground. She scanned the faces, looking for someone she recognized. People had gathered at the graveside – neighbors, friends, the media. Such a lurid fascination they had with the words “murder-suicide.” “–a terrible, terrible thing.” Selma caught snippets of their conversations. The mourners Read More …

The Haunted Photo

There was a loud pounding on my dorm room door. “Your mother is downstairs.” Roused from a deep, Saturday morning sleep, my first thought was, “Why?” My second: “Oh, shit.” We had a family portrait session scheduled with a photographer – not the cheap kind you get at Sears, but a professional photographer. I hadn’t Read More …