Hook

“I don’t do small talk,” she grins, a flirtatious challenge to bookend our evening. I’m still nursing my second drink, the glass sweating in my hand. “Isn’t this how you get to know someone?” “You’ll ask about my job or if I have pets, but what do you learn about me other than adjectives? Just…

Altered DNA

“Nancy C. had flaming orange hair, laughing blue eyes, and a blood-red mouth. And a most lovely set of hostages to fortune, begging for release. If only. “But by the time I got the hooks undone and the straps loose, Frank D. and Solveig M. were halfway down the stairs, heading toward the couch where…

Looking Up

      I arrive early – I’m always early. I survey the scene and buy a cup of coffee – the umpteenth cup actually. I choose a table where I can see the doors. This Starbuck’s has two. And lots of glass. Huge windows to see who’s coming. I’ve done this so many times now –…

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