evolution in Taboo

The rain against the kitchen windowpane was the only sound in the house. Ben stared at the empty coffee mug, the ghost of his morning routine feeling more like a haunting now that the weekend stre...

The rain started just as I pulled into the driveway, a sudden summer downpour that turned the world into a watercolor blur. I sat for a moment in my battered sedan, watching the water sheet down t...

The first time I saw her, she was holding my father’s hand at the airport arrivals gate. She wore a white sundress with little blue flowers, and her hair was the color of summer honey, tumbling ov...