Stories related to children

The river surges, gulps down the sinking ferry. Ann’s students claw at her. She drowns in their terror before being swallowed by the sea.

The cigarette burn scars on his arm screamed “I hate you, Dad!” The tears on his cheeks as he touched the casket offered a rebuttal.

My daughter burrowed under the covers to retrieve her yellow koala, all sleepy magnanimity. “Banana said you get to hold him first today.”

It rained so hard that I was two hours late picking her up. I found her sitting alone on the school steps, in a puddle of her own making.

He caught me again. Are you crazy? Jamaican moms do it. My baby’s not Jamaican. Who says it’s yours? He hogged the rest of the bowl.

She waited for him to take her hand for the first time. He nervously fidgeted with his Smarties box instead. She knew then it would be love.