The bakery had been dark for three hours when Tonya finally opened her laptop. She sat at the small wooden table in the back room, the one Mrs. Bellamy used for paperwork and ordering supplies, with a mug of chamomile tea cooling beside her elbow. Outside, snow fell in thick, lazy spirals past the frosted window, each flake catching the yellow glow of the streetlamp on the corner. The rest of Main Street slept, shops shuttered, Christmas lights blinking their patient rhythm into the December...

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy Name,

thy kingdom come,

thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

and the power, and the glory,

forever and ever.

In Jesus’ name

Amen.

Dear Lord Jesus Christ

God bless every single living creature

On this planet and others.

May everybody's hopes and dreams come true

...

Tom Henderson stood on the edge of the Grand Canyon, holding his phone like it was a detonator. Behind him, his best friend Gary whispered, “Man, one more step back and you’ll have the most viral video in history.”

Tom grinned. “That’s the point! Extreme yoga, Edge Edition.” He bent one knee, extended his arms, and wobbled dangerously. The wind picked up like it had a grudge.

Gary’s eyes widened. “Dude, it’s a live stream. Maybe chill?”

“Gary,” Tom said, adjusting his balance, “if you want to...