Pets n Story

It wasn’t about the flag. It was about what it meant to me. I’d hung it out front the day

I don’t know how it happened. I had been to the cemetery dozens of times, always taking the same path,

The week had been an uphill battle. My car sputtered along barely running, while an avalanche of bills loomed overhead

I thought time would change things. I really did. When I married Elijah, I told myself that my parents just

Mr. Harris had been coming to the shelter for weeks. He always said he was just looking. Never interested, never

His reasoning? Our daughter has darker hair than him (he has brown hair; I’m white-blonde). I was a little confused

My grandparents have been together for 62 years. Sixty-two. Longer than I’ve even been alive three times over. And yet,

I don’t remember the smoke or the flames. I don’t remember being rushed to the hospital, or how close I

When they folded the flag and placed it in my hands, I barely felt it. Numbness had settled in long

So we were just doing a regular grocery run—nothing major. My daughter, Suri, was in one of her chatty moods,