The Diner du Duane is packed and the din of
the crowd is enormous. Everyone around
our table is seemingly gassed on at least two glasses of wine and those
exquisite garlic and sea salt breadsticks, and it's hard to hear Allyson over the
ambient crowd noise of the restaurant. [...]Read more...
I don't remember her name. Is that awful? It is. Maybe I'm just a
horrible person. Or maybe we just never bothered to learn her real name.
We just called her "Cyber-Sue".It started innocent enough. [...]Read more...
say you never hear it: the shot that drops you. Gegner wondered if that’s true. Today was six days, now, clambering
through the wildwood. He struggled in the soupy mess of overgrown trees and choking
vines, fighting for breath in the rotten foulness of the underbrush. [...]Read more...
Buried Under Blues Stuart checked the brush camouflage on the
car for the fourth time and then climbed back inside. He told himself that it would be fine and
that no one would spot them; he'd told himself this each of the previous three
times as well. [...]Read more...
I never thought I would want someone to rip out my heart so badly. But here I am, ten thousand or twenty-thousand, or whatever feet in the air, begging for someone to cut my chest open. “Do it.” I say once more. There’s a spectrum of emotions around me. [...]Read more...