The Letter“Did you see this?” Martin asked. “See what?” Sal responded, not looking up from his laptop. “This letter,” Martin answered in a sing-song voice, flapping it back and forth in the air. “Dude. I’m under deadline!” Sal snapped. “Fine, … Continue reading →
Sirens Nick had considered himself a lucky guy, until now. He pressed his hand against his partner’s throat, blood pooling up around his fingers in a warm flood. “Come on, Sally, hang on, dammit!” He thumbed his radio again. “Sampson, … Continue reading →
Dear Dad It’s been thirty-five years since I married her. I know every freckle on her face. They’re like stars, these freckles, you should see them. They’re not white, like stars are, but they’re just as thick as the Milky … Continue reading →
Sasha waited outside the County Courthouse building. The session ended twenty minutes ago, but everyone was still inside. He scrubbed a shaking hand across his face, trying to remain calm. The sheen of sweat smeared across his cheeks and stung … Continue reading →
The Rescue “Stay behind me,” Fernando snapped. He caught Adana’s wrist. “It’s not safe here.” Her eyes flew to his face and she stepped back obediently. “But it’s empty,” she protested softly. He glanced down at her. “No, mija. It’s … Continue reading →
Gwen from Gwen Mitchell Fiction honored me with an Excellent Blog Award this week. I really appreciate it, Gwen, thanks! I enjoy hers a lot, so check it out. The Rules: By accepting this Excellent Blog Award, you agree to … Continue reading →
This story is my entry for the Spring Theme Carnival. The theme is “Spring.” I hope you enjoy! Spring Winter stayed late the year Tia Maria died, as though the mountains themselves mourned her passing, and the wind and sky … Continue reading →
My Thursday Thirteen… 13 Things In My Workspace1 – Eden’s pouch for coasters. Just needs a tassel on the drawstring. 2 – Knitting books for reference, including Last-Minute Knitted Gifts, the source for Eden’s pouch; and Handknit Holidays, the source … Continue reading →
Phylar looked back at the slumbering form in the bed. Jonesh curled around the pillows, her long black curls askew across the sheets. Phylar slipped the keys from the table and shrugged into his robe. He took one final look … Continue reading →
My knitting guild, The Windy City Knitting Guild, volunteered at the Museum of Modern Ice festival in February, 2008. We put together a giant craft studio, with knitting and other handicrafts. Some of the many things they had available were … Continue reading →