Author: John A. Ross

Today is Sunday. A full year has passed since that grim day Michael left us. Jack called to invite Kay and me to come over in the afternoon to watch Michael’s video again. Kay suggested that he invite Barry Bard as well, since he was the one who found Michael…

            One morning on the eastern shore of a western island, I awakened early and decided to go for a walk along the beach. The firm sand bore no footprints but my own. The tide was still out. The air was chilly and damp, the sky dark with low, heavy…