The Music

Elizabeth heard the sirens blaring, a clangor that drove her to the window of her city apartment to see the tires screeching down the street below. But there was nothing---not an ambulance, not a fire truck, not even a single police car. Her husband, comfortably reading the New York Times in his winged-back chair, sat …

Cross Lake

Jack didn’t know where Billy was leading him, but had promised not to ask questions. They were deep in the woods now, off the hard road north of town. The falling snow covered the ground. “It’s only a little farther,” Billy said. When he finally stopped, Billy knelt beside a lump in the snow and …