The skin of death stretches over the racetrack.
It does not haunt the track, the cars, or the drivers, but lays like a mask on the face of a man, a dark man, elegantly dressed, and vigilant. He is the only man not sweating. He is stern,
Oh Jesus Christ, would you look at that!
Her first sip of soup ends up mostly on the front of her Easter blouse. She dabs the tip of her napkin in a water glass, blots at the red stain on floral silk. "For Christ's sake!" Every
Lizzie wakes every morning at five and stumbles out of the white duvet stuffed with a feather mattress. The old people at Kurhotel Godenblick devour hard rolls, all kinds of jelly, and soft-boiled eggs served in oval glass pods. As they finish eat
Getting laid off from a job you hate is like getting dumped by a lover you secretly always thought you were too good for anyway. It stings because you were supposed to be the one doing the leaving. But once the break’s been made, everyt
Floyd swung open the glass door. It was earlier than he’d usually arrive to the diner. He had energy, and a fierce appetite. Sliding off his bulky knapsack and dropping it to the floor, he took a stool at the counter and snapped open a menu. The