Josephine W. Johnson

He sat one late evening in the darkness after a summer rain that came through the long heat, and watched the children playing. It was dark, and rain sluiced down the blind windows, tore the new green leaves, and the sound in the gutter was like a mou [...]

Well, Clark had it coming to him," she heard her father say. Mary cracked her egg carefully and peeled away the purple shell. The broken chips looked pretty on the white tablecloth. Martin had an orange one, but he didn't eat it. He liked to put [...]