Simon and Mills buried the dog the day before the coffee shop opened.
“I’ll be okay,” Simon said when they came home from the vet’s office. He held Bailey’s leash tangled tight...
by Mike Dillon
As mother raised her fist to knock on the white door, she paused and glanced back at me.
“Please take your cap off.”
So, I did.
“That’s what little gentlemen do,” she added...
Playing in front of her house, a little girl sets wildflowers in earthen pots pretending to be a gardener. She lives with her parents in a red-roofed village, a quiet place with a...