Wolves and Dark Fire

Wolves and Dark Fire I wake with my face in the furry back of a wolf. It does not have the musky smell of an animal—these wolves smell only of ash, and if the damp is up, mold. It is a smell I am used to. I sit up and put my back to the…

The Book Under the Bed

The Book Under the Bed The box under Michael’s bed was in a fire-proof documents safe with two keys. It was a lot of protection, especially since Michael took it out and read the book every day without fail. It was the sort of book he should have found in the dusty corner of an…

Dance

No one saw it flying towards Earth. No telescopes spotted it. It was invisible. But everyone felt it, the dancing star. In the living room, it started with Dad tapping his foot. Mom came in and Dad took her hand and spun her around. The kids started jumping up and down on the couch like…