By Rosanne Pagano And why would the gate be banging in the wind, the front door opened wide, the bedroom cold as a stray cat’s soul, and every dish, every cup, every saucer smashed to bits?  …oh why bother telling him now, a man too timid to cross his own threshold when she had needed him most.  

By Natasha Webster I never knew why they taught us to “Never talk to strangers”. That is, until I stopped talking to myself.