“Stacy!” I put the indicator on and drifted to the next lane.

“I wasn’t doing anything, mom!” Her high pitched, innocent voice did nothing to hide the mischievous grin I could picture on her face.

My headrest trembled and I felt the force of a little foot at my back. “LIARRRR,” Teddy screamed. I flinched at the violent sound. “She stuck her hand out the windOWWWWWW!”

God, this was not what I...

In the grey fog, the yellow eyes stare

Saying to the icy wind: Beware

The grey walls in which they are set

Rise up until the sky is met

Grey clouds hover low at the tip

A black figure at the lip!

The fall is fast and quick

Here; no one lights a wick

The yellow eyes may often flicker

It is silent; no one likes to bicker

The grey is everywhere

Sickness is ripe in the grey air

The grey eats at t...