Author: Walli Clien

The restaurant glimmered with sparkling glass and polished brass, but the little girl by the old gentlemans private table seemed to have stepped in from another world. Her

The laughter in OHaras Bar hit a spike the moment she walked in. A woman, old enough to be everyones mother. Steel-gray hair. Weathered brown bomber jacket. Alone

June 7th Today was a day Ill never forget. I stood outside the entrance of Millers Market, feeling the cold, hard cement under my feet. My blue sweatshirt

June 16 Tonight, I found myself wandering down a narrow, almost deserted street in Savannah, Georgia. The old brick buildings on either side soaked up the amber glow

GET OUT BEFORE I CALL 911! her voice cut through the marble grandeur of the bank, sharp as splintering glass. Everyone in the lobby froze. Golden chandeliers glittered

Hed only come to the cemetery to lay the past to rest. For five years, the man in the black suit had stayed away from that grave. Every

The street was narrow, humming with leftover heat from the day, mostly deserted. Old redbrick walls glowed with the last bits of sun, and dust motes floated lazily

The backyard was set up for a party: white linens draped over the tables, silverware shining, and guests whod never once worried about where their next meal would

Yo, kick it harder! A flurry of coins shot across the city sidewalk as the teens cracked up. A battered paper coffee cup burst apart, clattering quarters and

JUNE 15 PLEASECAN I PAY YOU TOMORROW?! The words cut through the checkout lane. Too loud. Too desperate. The scanner stops, frozen mid-beep. Everything drops silent. Heads snap