Author Archives: Lucy Ritzmann
East Meadow
When they re-emerged from the building, the stretcher between them had grown a human-shaped hump. I leaned in, breath bursting on the windowpane, peering at that strange and terrible...
City of Strangers, City of Ghosts
He was dark-coated, taller, probably college-aged or a bit younger. He was a stranger—or stranger than a stranger because he was the first unfamiliar person I had seen in...