The Devil clapped his hands together, the sound louder than a gunshot in the still night as a grin sprung up on his mouth, bathed in red...

Sometimes grief looks like a vase¹ of flowers² from your well-intentioned friend when your grandfather finally dies. Don’t take finally...

They met at a formal occasion in fall. It was half a week ago. On their way back to the city, they introduced themselves through those...