“The first of many autumn rains smelled smoky, like a doused campsite fire, as if the ground itself had been aflame during… — Leslye Walton Fire Copy Share Image
“I knew that in the second letter he misspelled the word existence, replacing the second e with an a; in the fourth… — Leslye Walton Dreams Copy Share Image
“Summer rain smelled like newly clipped grass, like mouths stained red with berry juice - blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. It smelled like late… — Leslye Walton Rain Copy Share Image
“Fate. As a child, that word was often my only companion. It whispered to me from dark corners during lonely nights. It… — Leslye Walton Bare branches Copy Share Image
“If mother kept a list of the reasons she confined me to the house on the hill, she'd have a length of… — Leslye Walton Life Copy Share Image
“Because what else was there for me - an aberration, an untouchable, an outsider? What could I say when I was alone… — Leslye Walton Destiny Copy Share Image
