If you grew up in the 1980s, you know Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. You remember the book being passed around like contraband during recess, smuggled from backpack to backpack to bedroom where you’d read it, if brave, at night by...
The plastic sandwich baggie in my ex-husband’s hand was scalloped in fog; all I could see of what was inside was a folded paper towel and some dirt. The Long Island summer heat wafted up from the gravel in waves. Even though we were shaded...
