“James Petros," a familiar voice bellowed from the doctor's room, stopping him in his tracks. He cursed himself for taking ...

Marita twisted her handkerchief between her sweaty palms. The piece of cloth, wrinkled and wet kept her from tapping her ...

The feeling was mutual. They had both decided to do what was best for them as stated in the consultation ...

“I don't think I will celebrate my birthday this year,” she said, placing her tiny hands on her waist and ...

Her body trembled like leaves in the wind, her thoughts mangled and stiffened by the cold air in the room ...

“Are you not going to open it?” he asked, staring at the white envelope on the dining table, puzzled that ...