The vines drooped in the breeze, small clusters of grapes shriveled in their bunches and the tang of overripe fruit perfumed the air. A crow cawed from a branch in the nearby orchard, where the trees also looked decidedly withered. I glanced down at my phone again, giving my friend a side-long glance. Candice did not seem impressed.

“Google maps says this is the right place.” We both looked aroun...

“You’re no good for me,” Georgia says, sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs and her cheek resting on top of her knees. Waylon is beside her, one leg dangling off the edge of the water tower and the other propped up, his arm resting on top of it. He leans back, eyes closing as he rests his head against the metal, still warm from the days sun.

“Why you say that?” Waylon says, drumming his ...

Faith’s fingers twisted the fringe on her jacket. She stared down at the concrete, counting the passing lines as they walked. One. Two. Three. She kept going, willing to walk in silence the whole way instead of embarrassing herself again.

“There’s practically steam coming out of your ears, Faith,” Theo said. Faith could feel him looking at her, a small smile on his face. She couldn’t bring hersel...

The tread from her wellies left prints on the pavers that disappeared into the mist after a few steps. As if the mist was erasing the evidence of her passing along its path. She found it bothered her. That her journey could be so easily erased and thus forgotten. The path cut through the low brush, overgrown and brown in patches that made it appear forgotten and forlorn. Delicately woeful landscap...