The blush wine is sweet on Sandra’s tongue. Denise hands her the box of chocolates and points. “Those have soft centers.”  “I shouldn’t,” Sandra says,

Mama said no, but I’m going anyway. She doesn’t need to know. I lower the passenger seat window. The night breeze is a contemplative sort

The view from the window was astounding as the airliner broke through the clouds and made a gentle left turn, crossing in all its glory

My dear friend, Our discussions while walking at the beach often provoke later exploration. Subsequent to our last enterprise, I came across this interesting comment:

She’s a lot like North Dakota. Everybody knows that North Dakota is a state, but they never think that they’ll actually end up there. It

Homer Wallace poked indifferently at his fruit cup and pondered his predicament. He didn’t like his name. He had traveled 78 years and it had

Kate wakes up bleary eyed and startled as lights flick on, a harsh glow from overhead. For a moment, she forgets where she is, why

I call, Leave those shoes outside, and there’s the obedient drop of one oxblood Doc Marten boot, then the other. The fog is rolling in

Today, when I drive by your school, my heart does not leap in excitement as it always did before I picked you up. Your scent

CW: Descriptions of the sexual assault of a minor.   ‘I’m sorry, I’ – Deirdre watched the man’s features switch from shock to recognition. His

Tony Stiles, an app developer with an upstart software startup, piloted a project that succeeded well beyond his modest expectations, netting his employer $2.4 million

On a cool Sunday afternoon, they sat at their usual courtyard table in the seaside café. He gazed into the distance, taking in the sea.

All the lawns on Marianne Avenue are mowed on Wednesdays because that’s the weekly off. But not hers. Not his. Their lawns? Never mowed. Neighbors

I woke up to screaming. Happy screaming, not macabre screaming. I opened one bleary eye. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. Four hours of sleep

“You can really taste the hint of cotuit,” says Maisie, the mother of the man you are supposed to be dating. You don’t ask what