Fiction to chronicle the end of the age

My father related the story to Officer MacAdoo. Mom and the kids were out, and dad was home alone. About an hour earlier, four Frenchmen in black and white striped shirts, red neckerchiefs, and black berets had...

I was really starting to get the hang of this car—starting, stopping. We cruised along with the wind in our hair at double the posted speed limit but there was no one around to notice. My anxiety began to turn to...

The engine roared to life like a rampant tiger. Birds fled screaming in every direction. Barn cats darted into holes and their blind kittens were sent tumbling. Even the trees wanted to pull up their roots and run, but instead just shivered in horror