"A monster lives in that closet," Grandma said. She looked at me, and then the closet. Her wrinkled and fascinating hands so calmly slid a coaster under her tea. "What?" I said. This was an alarming turn in the evening. I inched my way closer to her, painfully aware of every noise around me, but … Continue reading A Monster Lives in that Closet
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Little Frankie Smallheath
Little Frankie Smallheath leaned out over the crowd. More than a hundred people were below and she hated every one of them. Men with coat-tails hanging down behind their knees, dancing dresses with hideous volume matched the wigs on their heads. The jewelry here could buy food for everyone Frankie knew. Despite the unsettling frivolity … Continue reading Little Frankie Smallheath
