Memoirs The Last Revision The world didn't end with a bang, but with a pop. A soft, wet sound, like a child pulling a cork from a bottle... Quiet Ember 5 reads
Memoirs The Last Customer The old man had been standing outside my bookstore for twenty minutes, staring at the "CLOSING DOWN" sign in t... Quiet Ember 12 reads
Memoirs The Mango Tree Behind Our House My grandfather planted the mango tree the same week my father was born, and by the time I came along it was ta... Quiet Ember 5 reads
Memoirs The Last Day of the World, According to My Father My father was a man of few words, but grand gestures. His language wasn't English, or French, or any other ton... Quiet Ember 4 reads
