The city was awash in lights. Strings of brilliant white festooned store fronts, casting glittering reflections on the falling snow.
The room was uncannily hushed when we filed into the jury box. The thrill of serving on a high-profile case
Dried leaves, filtering through the collapsing roof, crunched under her feet. Walking from room to room, flashbacks from her childhood
The room was designed to intimidate. The oversized partners desk and chair made any visitor feel Lilliputian. I sank into
Except for the never-ending spell checker, and the occasional perusal through a thesaurus to make sure the word I want
Once again, he had been let down. This year, he decided, things would be different. “It’s just not fair,” he
Dear… I’ve thought about writing to you often since we parted, probably since we left it so… undone. Your last