Popcorn

I can remember a time before the timelessness came. It’s only been five years, and I’ve been alive twelve. Twelve years, four months, one week, and two days, not that I should be keeping track.

I’ve never caught a firefly

I guess I’ve never tried,

I wouldn’t want to trap their life

To keep them bottled up inside

But maybe I should get a jar

EZRA– Ezra lay sprawled, with his head almost touching the ground, on one of the beanbags that lined one corner of the tightly backed bookshop, searching, upside down, for his favorite book.

Alice Edmunds sorted through the papers on her desk. Technically, it was Detective Alice Edmunds, but the title hardly seemed to suit her considering her unorganized, head-in-the-clouds nature.