Stories by Jessie Murphy
Boston
Sometimes the world is crueler than you think. Not everything is written in permanent ink. As destiny calls t...
When will too much be enough
Around the age of 5, I remember Slade and Ollie coming over to my house while their mom worked. I used to sha...
It Starts
It started at a spring wedding. The way the twinkling lights made his eyes even more bright.
She fell in lov...
