Joan looked different in the dark. Her shadow-self manifested savagery and lust. Neal imagined her as queen of the demon army, feeding off the dark energy generated by the adoration of her legions.… more
Joan looked different in the dark. Her shadow-self manifested savagery and lust. Neal imagined her as queen of the demon army, feeding off the dark energy generated by the adoration of her legions.… more
“When Sherman took Savannah,” she whispered to his ear. “He left it unburnt.” Her head rested below his left shoulder, away from the room of eyes. “That’s how I’d like to leave you.” … more
I should have wrapped my Play-Doh mitts around her taut, Zumba’ed waist. But instead I applied for the lifeguarding gig advertised on a white board at the Y’s front desk.… more
Poor Joe Riggs. Time has slowed to a deceptive taffy-stretch for him while he waits for rescue.… more
“You were a team on site, he knew. You were a team and that meant you were one and the same. Not outside, though. Not off-site. You were a man on your own and you needed to have a passion… more