I fantasize about cutting him out of my will, making sure he doesn’t get a penny.
The children of Orlfen used to swap stories about what might happen if the Prince of Rostenburg ever returned.
Have you ever noticed how bad things happen sometimes, and there seems to be no explanation?
Sarah kneels on the captain’s chair to reach Playground’s steering wheel, hands gripping at ten and two o’clock, exactly like Mum and Dad taught her.
When Merl Perlman reads about the murder in Saturday’s paper, she has an uneasy feeling that she might know the victim.
In the days since Dan leaving, and her mother dying, Lila has developed a series of strategies to get through each day.
The house looked like any other house and the door looked like any other door. Normal.
I kiss my wife on the lips. Her breath smells of last night’s toothpaste mixed with sleep.
