Nightfall in the Glade
Legato and Mezzo flew as if their wings were aflame, knocking baskets of gathered berries to the forest floor far below.
Legato and Mezzo flew as if their wings were aflame, knocking baskets of gathered berries to the forest floor far below.
Dawn’s dim light glows in the porch windows.
The Cessna’s wings clipped the tops off several jack pine as it thundered through the brush on its way down.
A gust of wind stirred up the dust of the deserted street.
Cuddles, you go first.
So, you see, I’m really quite worried about your health.
Peter wanted a smoke.
‘How the Hell did he get up there?
Jackie pulled the collar of her housecoat tight around her neck and opened the door to let her cat inside after his morning romp.
I didn’t kill him.
Tommy Andolini was a brute.
Evie had a problem.