Defense Mechanism

Eleven-year-old Sylvie Banders knew something was wrong when the school bus turned onto her street and she saw both her parents’ cars in the driveway.  Last time that had happened, her grandmother had been killed by a train. Uh oh. Sylvie’s stop was the last on the route.  She stood on the curb and watched as the bus pulled away …

Shore Lunch

She sat up abruptly in the passenger seat. “Where are we?” “Missouri somewhere,” he said. She plucked off her sunglasses.  The evening was overcast.  She squinted against its gray light and yawned. “Missouri?” “Yep.” “Why didn’t you wake me up when we crossed the river?” “Sorry.” “Well why didn’t you?” “I forgot.  I had the radio on.” “I wanted a …