— Psst! Kiddo! Mary continued to walk straight on, looking right ahead of her. — Psst! Who was that? Where did that whistle come from? She turned her head. Nobody there. Nothing but the little ... [+]
The name on the chart, Winnaker, tightened my throat. Funny how, decades later, a word can evoke a memory that evokes a physical response. It's a good thing the evil woman's name hadn't been Smith ... [+]
There was no sunlight that day, and flowers with banners naming the giver had no aroma. The Godfather theme music played in Maria's head while a cast of characters, like sepia photos in her mother's ... [+]