by Jim Stitzel | Mar 15, 2011 | Stories
It was a long, paved driveway to nowhere. Fifty yards of winding tree-lined blacktop ending in an open field. There was no building at the end, nothing to indicate the driveway’s purpose, no sign that a building had ever stood here. Zack stood at the end of the drive...
by Jim Stitzel | Feb 14, 2011 | Stories
“Did you see that?” Amanda said. She pulled her bike off to the shoulder and waited for Sarah to join her. “See what?” Sarah asked. She distractedly brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. “Those birds.” Amanda gestured at the flock now residing in a nearby tree. A...
