Andrew Logan Montgomery

Elijah didn’t come alone. I opened the front door to find his mother standing beside him, a great round bulk of a woman with drooping ch...

The snow was about six inches deep. I started the engine, letting the car warm-up while I brushed snow from the windows, the roof, and t...

THREE THINGS turn me on about Simon Curtis. In no particular order: 1) his music is impossible to stop listening to, and if you can resist d...

Every life has turning points. In that moment, everything changes. The pre-existing pattern is shattered, and the pieces come together in...

I said nothing to Denise about the grave, and that was my second mistake. Elijah and I had found the perfect tree, a blue spruce just ov...

A few days later, I went looking for a Christmas tree. Under a sudden burst of bright sunlight, the snow had receded a little, drawing b...

It came in the night, somewhere between December tenth and eleventh. No one saw it coming. It was a sneak attack. We played chess befo...