By Tom Hazuka
Connie huddled near the doorway with the other seven smokers from the office, trying to avoid a slanting downpour, enduring dirty looks from the pure-lunged majority who passed through the cancer cloud they were creating.
By Sarah Angleton
I scan her half of the closet. Her favorite color was blue. She first lost herself in my cornflower eyes, she once said. Today I choose the silky dress with a thousand hydrangea petals.