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,
Ernesto knocked meekly on his manager’s office door. It wafted open, but no answer stirred from within.
Ernesto peeked into the broom-closet-cum-office. Leaning over the box-of-cleaning-supplies-cum-desk, face firs
I reach for a cart, and it morphs into a crouching kid. "Gotcha!" he shouts and dashes out of the store.
McNeige, the shop owner, laughs.
"Did you know he was the cart? I could've had a heart attack."
"Let the kids ha
The artist sat at an impressively round and giant oak table in the Grand Ballroom of the Old Hotel Del Monte in Monterey, California with his wife and a be-jeweled audience. There was a storm outside, shaking the eucalyptus trees that lined the
The eyes…the eyes…the eyes. He tried to turn away, but his muscles wouldn’t obey. His head spun back to stare at…the eyes. Light robin’s egg blue irises not even found in most Scandinavians. A