Last period Friday an acting inspector found a young teacher sobbing at her desk desk in the farthest demountable classroom of the lower secondaries of an outer suburban high school.
It was the sounds that first got her attention, the cries and screams loud enough to break through the howling wind and pummelling rain.
For a girl to defeat one father is a challenge, but there were two standing between me and what I wanted
It’s not every day a handsome young man appears on your front doorstep to ask if you’re a respectable woman.
It's every rescue team’s worst nightmare and, like every night-mare, it seemed to happen in slow motion.
Malcolm let the canoe drift to a halt and then silently slipped in among the stiff stems
At the time I first realized I might be fictional, my weekdays were spent at a publicly funded institution on the north side of Indianapolis.
Daisy wore a clingy black dress with a neckline so deep it could tutor philosophy.
Here’s the thing: the rest of it wouldn’t have happened if the train to Amsterdam hadn’t been crowded.
It’s like a drug. One hit of it and you’re under its spell, and then all you can think about is more.