Sylvie trotted down the cobblestone path, balancing the basket on his arm. The night breeze grew stronger and he pulled the large blanket closer to him. He turned to Arlene, who followed beside him, and smiled…Read More
It was 10 A.M. on a Sunday in King’s Watch and nobody knew why the train stopped dead on the train tracks ten miles short of the station.
It was midway through the second morning service. The choir had just finished belting their hymnals and Pastor John was introducing the Story of Job when the screeching started, the earsplitting whine of metal on metal…Read More