The footsteps grew louder until I saw my father standing in the doorway, brushing the dirt from his old police uniform which was then his gardening uniform. He must have just come back from the garden. I ran to the door and stretched out both…

I woke up sweating into the cup of my own palm, my right hand clamped over my mouth as if I had been trying to muffle a scream. I lay there in the dark, heart pounding, throat dry, unsure whether I had screamed aloud or…

I woke up with a terrible headache this morning. I reached out for my notebook, trying to write down the dreams I had last night, but the details were all vague and fragmentary. The events were there but they all mixed up and, no matter…