“Learn to do something with those fat fingers, Marcia,” my mother urged. “Go to business school. Learn typing. Accounting.” My older sister, Laura, had studied piano. Impromptu recitals for family and friends the norm. “Such a talent, your sister Laura.”… Continue Reading
I thought aliens were interested in medical experiments but this one wouldn’t shut up about Hamlet. Just before the abduction, I’d been in the middle of a student conference in which a freshman was introducing her emotional support ferret, so… Continue Reading
“What’s your favourite animal?” “A tiger.” “Mine’s a black labrador, with floppy ears. What’s your favourite food?” “Rocky Road ice cream. What’s yours?” “Chocolate doughnuts. Do you believe in God?” “Of course, silly.” I had been humming to myself and… Continue Reading
Several journalists came to interview me after the confrontation with the terrorist in Edinburgh. None of the reports were very clear and some were wildly inaccurate: a young woman from The Sun newspaper, called Serena, said she wanted to compile… Continue Reading
Antigonus: Look, you’ve been following me for ages now. Isn’t it time to give up? Bear: Chasing. I’ve been chasing — not following — you for ages, and I am not giving up in the slightest. Antigonus: Well, is that… Continue Reading
Route 160 out of Durango runs crooked and dusty past Mesa Verde National Park, and that’s where the first fight of the day erupts. Asher is apparently on his sister’s side. “Mo-om!” Ellie pleads. “Make him move!” Justine, from her… Continue Reading
Chuck reached for the phone. He had never talked much on the phone and had never much liked it. He wasn’t that sort of man. He had been the sort of man who awoke at 4:00 a.m., even on weekends,… Continue Reading
They both had been around for a long time. Even though they were in the same business, they had never actually met – until now, when they were unexpectedly pressed up against each other. “Hello, handsome!” “How do you do,… Continue Reading
My patrol had taken longer than I had anticipated, and I returned at dusk, the cold December air clinging to me as I snuck back into the house. After weeks of spying, I finally had the intel from the last… Continue Reading
Constable Gil Hadrian leaned against the side of a building, taking a break from his weaving walk through the alley somewhere in the Priesthorpe district of Ashford. All these temples looked alike after seven drinks. Or was it eight? He… Continue Reading