- Grove House
When I got to Grove House, Vanna was lying in the sun on a burgundy and cream vinyl lounge chair doing nothing in particular.
- Heaven’s Horses
Little remains of Heaven’s Horses. The ladies are either dead or they’ve settled for the life of the yearling, trapped in the sticky, unsung years, solitary and juvenile. Pony wishes she never had.
- There’s Nobody Left
There’s nobody left. Nobody left, and now it’s just me. I thought this might happen some day.
- Bad One
I try not to let my cruel streak run amok when talking with loved ones, but sometimes it’s just too easy.