Too good

She boasted that she never in her life put gasoline into her own car. When her Lexus’ gas gauge edged toward E, she would call her husband at work and in her most vulnerable voice cajole him into leaving his office to come home because she was stranded. Her long-suffering spouse would come home uncomplaining … Continue reading Too good

Party line

The incessant whine of the overhead power lines set her nerves on edge. It was as if a surge of electricity traveled across the wire, down the creosote-coated poles, into the ground, and up her legs, spreading throughout her body in a ripple of energy. The hair on her arms and head prickled with static. … Continue reading Party line

En garde

Gallagher wasn’t an overly tall man, so storing his swords and épées in a stone pot that reached past his waist seemed impractical. He would be unable to cleanly draw any of his weapons should the need arise. Funny, that my first thought was of the readiness of his arsenal, and not that he possessed … Continue reading En garde