A flurry of sound interrupted Rosalina’s quiet summer night; a balcony door thrown open, a smack against something solid with a startling crack. Heavy steps. The click of high heels. From the thirty-third…

Chapter 1 In the belly of the USS Westchester County, metal trays clanged and young sailors rewarded every attempt at jest or joke without reservation. Like toddlers on a playground, proximity alone became…

Jet stood silhouetted by the setting sun on the narrow dirt path. Gone were the carefree days of his youth, hot summer afternoons spent swimming and fishing in this very river. How fast…

Hypocrisy is an art form. If done well, like Cosette in Les Misérables, you will weep with her. However, it is not Cosette you cry with, it is the fine actress that sells…

Maria ran her fingers over faded spines in a box marked nonfiction. She picked one, flipped through a few dusty pages, and put it back. The aroma of salami and peanut brittle drifted…