Dayton Junior Guardian Chronicles

By the time they turned the corner toward Dayton’s locker, the SEA presence had thinned out a little. The SEA officer behind them finally turned going down a side hallway. There were still uniforms…

The sky over Roosevelt Middle School was that washed out winter blue that looked fake in photos. Breath steamed in little clouds from kids’ mouths as they clogged the sidewalk, jackets open because nobody believed in…

Here is a look at Kinsley since I know people want to a better look at her.  By Sunday afternoon, the city had that gray-gold November light that made everything…

Saturday sunlight streamed through the tall glass panes of Glinda’s Thrift on West Hanover, diffused into soft gold by the dust-speckled air. The hum of a well-tuned espresso machine mingled with…

Thursday showed up pretending nothing had happened.  The sky was blue, the air was cold, and Roosevelt Middle looked exactly the same as it had every other morning that week.…

The last bell had rung twenty minutes ago, but the third floor still hummed like a machine cooling down. Most of the noise came from the far end of the…