Time

When will the Gods admit Eve is their only hope…?

Funeral for a friend

Sand shifted under my sneakers, making me wish I’d just taken my shoes off instead of trying to walk the beach in my regular footwear. A silly thing to think about, really, in my present circumstances, but that was how my brain worked. Dragging me off on tangents to protect me when I needed it most.

After all, I wasn’t here for a nice day in the sunshine or a relaxing afternoon reading a good book, playing volleyball or eve...