This story started here.   Elsa opened the door of her van and hoisted herself up into the driver’s seat. Then she reached down, lifted and folded her wheelchair, and slid it smoothly into position behind her seat. I confess … Continue reading →

This story started here.   My employer stood with me as I waited for the jitney. “So, why am I staying over at Heron House tonight?” I asked, wondering if I’d get an answer. “Do you expect further violence?” She … Continue reading →

This story started here.   Elsa frowned. “I… I guess you’re an expert at this sort of situation, but it just… It seems like we shouldn’t be making jokes right now.” My employer nodded. “I’m not an expert on the … Continue reading →

This story started here.   Rhonda looked around the living room, and then she glanced at the windows. The sky was starting to get light. She stood up as Elsa wheeled herself back into the kitchen. “I need to make … Continue reading →

This story started here.   Kim was frozen in place. She’d been managing to appear casual and helpful, but now she was stuck. She didn’t speak or move, apparently trying to figure out a way out of this. And I’m … Continue reading →

This story started here.   Rhonda turned back to Becky. “So, the three of you rushed downstairs?” Becky nodded. “I wouldn’t say ‘rushed’ — we were all a little…” “Scared,” Jo said. “Understandably. I remember I was thinking about last … Continue reading →