Bolívar 1444
Buenos Aires, 6:00 AM
She wakes up all at once, eyes snapping open in the cold morning. Her eyelashes are clumped with mascara dried into spiders’ legs, glitter and char smearing her puffy eyes. Read more
Buenos Aires, 6:00 AM
She wakes up all at once, eyes snapping open in the cold morning. Her eyelashes are clumped with mascara dried into spiders’ legs, glitter and char smearing her puffy eyes. Read more
The wind screeched as it angrily threw itself against the windows of the house, making them rattle like skeletons. Creating an ominous fireworks display, the bolts of lightening sent small bursts of brightness, the only contrast to the dark, stormy sky. Read more
It had been a long night for me, as I had been drinking and dancing my cares away at the local bar. I was a student at a local college and I had gotten the bad news that my loans were being cut off for the next semester. Read more
“You bin driving my Chevette again, Daddy Sheriff.” Lilly Jean stood before her husband, hands on hips.
Howard settled back on the couch. This ought to make for an interesting argument. Read more
“Look, kid, this is ridiculous. There are no lamps out there. It’s physically impossible.” Read more
“Give it to me baby, I think I love yah, you got me going insane makes me sing…Arriba…”
I turned off the obnoxious happiness that the radio was spouting at me and I sat in the car, looking at the sunset over the canyon, contemplating and smoking my first fag in over a decade, trying to compose my thoughts and to find some semblance of normalcy. Read more
I’m wearing white, because it is 24 hours past Labor Day and I could not care less. This eggshell blouse and matching skirt look good with my brown hair and eyes. This is one of my finest moments. Time for these police detectives to feel necessary, I suppose.
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Annie looked down at the scrap of paper in her hand. Please meet me in Central Park at 6:30pm. It’s urgent. James. Read more
“Hey there baby girl.” Read more
The dinner party was not at all going as planned. When the doorbell rang that last time, there was a mixed sense of relief and dread; the master detective had arrived. Read more