Tag Archives: Carolyn Roberts

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “But I don’t understand why—or how.” “Have you talked to Phelan about it?” I bit my lip, staring at the ground for a few seconds.  “He said we’d talk about … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] Carolyn stayed silent for what seemed like a long time—almost all the way to the bridge itself—her gaze distant, thoughtful.  I almost didn’t think that she’d say anything and my … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “That garden there used to be special,” I guessed as she tugged me gently along the path back toward the bridge.  “You guys never talk about it, though.” “No,” she … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] Steel gray clouds had started to mass in the west by the time we stood up from our spot in the grass.  Wind whispered through the branches in the trees … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “You’ve still got questions,” she said softly.  I choked on a laugh. “Of course I do,” I said, then sighed a little.  “A thousand of them.  But I’m not sure … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] I chewed on the inside of my lip, still staring at the words carved into the stone.  I could no longer remember who’d done the carving, only that it seemed … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] My throat tightened.  “Because of Mom?” When they’d gone, something had been afflicting my mother for a while by then, though no one seemed to know what it was.  I’d … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The fact that Carolyn said it so softly, so gently, made it almost worse.  Sitting in the grass in front of what was supposed … Continue reading →