“The one-eyed man watched them go, and then he went through the iron shed to his shack behind. It was dark inside.… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“And even though I’d cried in my bed every night since, feeling his phantom arms around me, it had been worth eight… — Nicole Williams Copy Share Image
“And then once in the music storage room. It was cold. The room was small with thin gray carpet and I cried… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
