“Jason. My best friend from childhood. The boy—er, man—who should be ten hours away in Kodiak, Alaska, rather than here in Anchorage. The man staring at my naked legs. And I’m standing here in my panties and baby-doll T, which… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“Jason grins. “I’d never miss your birthday. Remember last year?” “Ugh! I thought I’d never thaw out after we went skiing in a blizzard.… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“Emma smacks the back of my head. “It’s just boobs. Even I have a pair. No reason to stare so hard. Put your eyes… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“A human!” He grasps my hand with both of his and dances me in a circle. Then he stops and pulls out his notebook… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
I like the dark; it is safer here, where no one can see me. The shadows caress me; friends hugging me. — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“A rustle of wings and a hawk feather drifts down to me. Snatching it from the air, I look up into the trees, but… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“She waves her big spoon. “You can get me that orb-weaver spider from the corner over there.” “Yes, ma’am.” “Don’t you kill it! I… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“Jason. My best friend from childhood. The boy—er, man—who should be ten hours away in Kodiak, Alaska, rather than here in Anchorage. The man… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“Would I lie to you?” “There was that time you told me the mud pies would give me flying powers if I ate them.”… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“Green goo bubbles in a cauldron in the center of all this chaos. On a pedestal in front of it, a book is open.… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“She unscrews the cap, sniffs it, and then shrugs, dumping the entire contents into the bubbling brew. “It could be marjoram, but it might… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
