View From The Top Of The Tank

We tried calling Genie, but he didn’t pick up his phone. “Do you think he’s left?” I asked Anjali. “Left where?” “I mean, gone. Ta...

I stumbled against a flower pot and felt Genie's tight grip steady me. I don’t know which was more painful, his fingers biting into ...

Dear Me, It’s our last night here. I’m done packing. Fish are silent in their tank, bobbing up and down, their eyes wide and staring,...

I stirred and burrowed under the covers. And then I was wide awake. The phone Genie gave me last night was ringing. An iPhone. How the he...