"Something moved across the street. Between the rows of the first and second floor windows something dark and sinewy slipped from one hidden place to another."
"Sometimes, when your windows are open, I hear you singing."
“Your mother brought this spinet with her when she got married.” I know what the word “spinet” means. I read it in a novel last week and then I found it in the dictionary, so I know that it’s a name for a type of very short piano. My siblings just call this a piano, … Continue reading Short Story: Prodigy