Stolen Roses

All Lenore could see through the peephole was a confused mass of dark red. The bell rang once more. “Who is it?” she demanded. “I don’t answer the door for invisible people.” ‘It’s me.” Lenore rolled her eyes. “Who is me?” “It’s Astro Boi …

Fireflies

My daughter was a stay-awake baby. Sometimes, to shorten the process, we would load her in the car and drive out into the lyrical Pennsylvania countryside, watching the colors of night gather in the sky, the green trees enrich their hues as night fell. …