Category: short stories

the cold

by laurie howland It is cold…his side of the bed. An empty cold not a winter cold. A lonely cold, the kind you feel when you are lost, afraid, unsure. A cold that no blanket can solve. She dare not rollover and look at… Continue Reading “the cold”

The Little Girl

by laurie howland She sat on the cold concrete steps with warm tears rolling down her face. The tears were silent but her sobs weren’t. They came from her heart. She felt sad, lonely and afraid. For even though she was young, all of… Continue Reading “The Little Girl”