Island of the Stone Boy by L.T. Downing
Is death the only way off McGraw Island? There he was. In the window. His hair was red, his face pale. Sickly white. Ghostly white. Staring down. Watching me. Watching Mom. Then he began pounding his hand against the glass, but I couldn’t hear any sound. His lips, a moldy green, moved. Opened, closed. Open, closed. What word? What syllable? I strained to understand. And then I got […]
