your drooping petals skittered to the ground, blown away like loose debris across a windy beach. Growing up on the Pacific northwest coastline, I was taught to never turn my back on the ocean, lest I be caught off guard by a fast-moving sneaker wave. ...
Two minutes later, Littlewoods squirmed her way to the floor and, once there, released a wail in the pitch of a hyena with its tail caught in a car door (how that hyena managed to: a) locate a car; b) have the misfortune of getting its tail trapped is irreleva...