In the Waning Light

by Loreth Anne White

There are as many ways to love people as there are people.”

“Stupid, huh, those first relationships, how they kind of never let you go.”

And Blake wondered if it might be that simple, the answer to some troubles, a little bit of magic in the pocket. Belief.

No dignity in death. No secrets. No modesty. When you relinquished life, you relinquished your own story, the ability to tell it, shape it the way you wanted the world to see it.

Sometimes the predator lives right here, and he looks just like the rest of us

“I guess we never know where the danger will come from,” he said, eyes on his son. “Sometimes it’s close to home. Or even right in the home. All we can do is our best to protect our children, the ones we love.”