Month: March 2021

It would have to be the varnish. The night would be warm without need of brandy, and Mama always said he could do with less. He would not use the whole pail of varnish, but that final coat would seal the skiff true, and he could not justify another missed night-drift on account of brandy,…

The water turned pink over my ankles. He shouldn’t have been there, Contreras. Didn’t mean he deserved it. And the strength! I knew I had anger, but not the swinging ability to kill a man with it. Girl versus man—how many urban nightmares pitted the two against each other, a hundred-pound Daphne in diamond heels…