Ann Bevans

Bella rarely did as she was told. She was a cat, after all. The children saw her as a plaything. They couldn’t stop themselves from picking her up and parading her around the house, or putting her in doll’s clothes. Bella was de-clawed before the family adopted her, so she…

Things were blowing up all around them. The old Shig road, known among the tactical drivers of the Delta base motor pool as the Oh Shit Road, was a well-traveled and oft booby-trapped route across the desert and into the mountains. It was strategically significant because it led right into…

Aisaak Olver held one arm in front of her face as she marched across the desert. The wind pushed her back almost as hard as she pushed forward. The sheer fabric hanging from her slender arm kept the sand out of her mouth and nose – mostly. Seeing for any…

Turnout was not as big as expected at the “Something Old, Something New” wedding flea market at the Baltimore Convention Center. This was due, in no small part, to the surprise late-winter snowstorm that had blanketed the city just a few days before. It wasn’t a blizzard – Baltimore gets…