Howie, by Noell Wolfgram Evans
I was upside down in a garbage can. It was raining. Howie Mandel was missing. Digging deep into the darkness, fighting past the stench of socks and old milk, I could feel the neighbor’s stares as they watched, safe and warm behind their blinds. I pushed forward undeterred, driven by my concern for Howie and […]
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