Author
Pam L. Wallace
The Heart of a Tree
SiriusX12's Plain of Inda is a flat expanse, barren except for the burned-out husk of a veranya tree. Mae trails her fingers over the gnarled bark. It's at least four inches thick, the interior blackened from countless lightning strikes. A survivor, although Mae is damned if she…
Oceans of You
You laughed when you scooped up something from the beach. You brushed off the sand, then offered it in cupped hands. A rock, perfectly heart-shaped--except for a chip on the left side that gave it a lopsided appearance, just like your smile. Here's my heart, you said. It'd been…
Memory Boxes
Sara sat on the floor, surrounded by boxes of shiny-grained wood, one ear attuned, as always, to Darrell's breathing, holding her own breath each time his stuttered--waiting, waiting for his next breath so she, too could breathe again. He lay on the bed, curled into a near-fetal…
Memory Boxes
Sara sat on the floor, surrounded by boxes of shiny-grained wood, one ear attuned, as always, to Darrell's breathing, holding her own breath each time his stuttered--waiting, waiting for his next breath so she, too could breathe again. He lay on the bed, curled into a near-fetal…