Practice Girl
We called her Smelly Ellie. It was dumb, really. And not just because no student populace over the age of seven should have taken that nickname and run with it the way we did. It was dumb, first off, because Smelly Ellie didn't, at least not that I'd...
Mother's Mud
The dense temperate forest was dim and cool with the shade of early autumn's late afternoon. An aesthetic, functional, self-sustaining, slowly-but-ever-changing wonder of the world, it teemed with life of every terrestrial category. And the young...