I need to know if Di Fara has the best pizza in New York.
short story
The mourners dispersed from the graveside in groups of twos and threes. They paused to pay their...
It is louder than a train passing only inches from our faces. It splashes in our ears,...
Danny fixated his eyes upon a bursting star of grandiose fireworks, sparkling with eye-catching colors outside the...
"Step into the light, I dare you," Marshall said as he struggled to contain his laughter.
And that’s why he would have called me, thief.
The Atlantic licked my toes as I stood on...
I stared at the computer screen, the recipe for blueberry cobbler staring back at me as my...
Through the open window above the tub, an outcry reaches us from the world. I sink my...
There is a ridge, almost a small cliff, made where the Atlantic bites into the sand. The...
“Seventy hours,” said the man across the table from Peter Crown. Peter had invited him in for...
Pay attention. Listen to what I hear. I took pride in my craft. I slaved all day...
You were nestling atop the bookshelf, between a battered Harold Robbins and a few tomes of Umberto...
As a child, my mother used to tell me bedtime stories to help me fall asleep. With...
In Mexico there are always sounds to announce one thing or another. I especially like the knife...
I backed into the parking spot, making sure I had enough clearance on each side. The first...
