Tanner awoke with a start. Light was streaming through his open window and he thought the neighbor’s garbage can was rolling down the driveway and into the street.

“No, God please no,” a man’s voice screamed. “Please somebody help me!” (more…)

Dr. Eckhardt sat up straight and arched his lower back trying to work out the knots. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eye before replacing them. How many hours had it been? Not that it mattered. He had not been home in a month. With no windows in the long, narrow tile covered room, time was measured from case file to case file.

The florescent light above him flickered, went black for a moment, and then came to life. (more…)

Timothy’s neck and arms felt hot and scratchy as he pushed through the tall, brownish-green grass behind the outfield fences. Randy Parker had smacked a home run right over the fence and into the unkept fields beyond. He swung his mitt like a shield in front of him scaring up small insects and pieces of vegetation as he walked.

Timothy knew he would likely get in trouble. His mother had told him to be careful and not get burned. However, when his parents said he could go play ball at the park with his brother all caution had disappeared. The same way Randy’s home run ball apparently had. (more…)