Author
Carol Scheina
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The Hole in the Storm
For the longest time, I didn't understand my older brother's love of storm fishing. Mom used to say it came from when Dee left his stuffed triceratops outside. I can picture Dee's baby eyes widening upon realizing his beloved Spikey had been left outside in the rain, toddling…
When It Pours
Kelly ventured out of her apartment only because the day's luck rating was extraordinarily high. The weatherman's baritone voice played in her head: "Folks, we're looking at record luck levels today, with a high of 92 and a low of 89. If you're feeling lucky, there's a reason!"…
I Can Be a Hero Too
Daddy fingers the sturdy laces on the seven-league boots like he used to finger Mama's rough, black hair. Like gold strands. Priceless. "Oh, Besslynn, your Mama would've been so proud," Daddy says, helping me string the laces up. "Who would've thought our people could ever own a…
The Fruits of Sisterhood
One would be chosen to drink the wine, and by the time she was eleven, Agri knew it wouldn't be her. The knowledge hollowed an anger bubble inside her, but she didn't want to swallow it down like she always did. She wanted to do something else. She'd wanted to do it for so very…
Once More With Feeling
An empath wasn't Connor's first thought when he saw the woman. Instead, he noticed her hands as they slipped into his view, all stiff muscles and veins, like a Michelangelo carving, trembling as they reached for a drink. Looking up, he saw a young woman with straight slate hair…