I’m running through the airport with a floppy Christmas cactus in one arm and yanking a rolling suitcase with the other. Neither of which are mine. The owner of both, a fortyish woman with a scarf, chases me. Shouting, “Hey!… Continue Reading
I was scratching under the stiff collar of my Sunday dress when Toby, our bulldog, growled. He raised his hackles and stared into our empty fireplace. That’s when the two round lights floated right out of the chimney. They spun… Continue Reading
Come on in, honey, it’s almost ready. Cross my palms with silver, as the gypsies used to say. There’s a card reader over on the counter, right by the candles. No, over there… by the dried monkey heads. They bother… Continue Reading