Category Archives: Ann Testa

She rolls over. The rash that runs splotchy around her ankles grazes the slightly damp sleeping bag, pierces through her dreams and brings the ceiling of the tent into too sharp a focus.  She looks over at Gene, even unconscious, … Continue reading →

“Mommmm Daddddd !  Can we go to Chucky Cheese NOW??? Pleeeaaasssee???” Visions of pepperoni and cola unencumbered by gravity entered Deanna’s mind as she stood in the doorway of cabin 437b with her stern face in full expression wondering how … Continue reading →