Zane had almost finished his second beer when she walked in.  The mauve hair highlighted with metallic gold was the same as her profile ...

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The streetlamps cast their eerie glow upon the pavement as the parade marched along the empty street. A small boy beat his drum at the back...

Alma Smith’s stomach made somersaults as she rolled down the car window for some fresh air. The façade of the centuries-old cathedral cast l...

I touch my hair, my silver earrings—still in place after my dash across the rain-slick street. They came to me from my grandmother, so I...

My husband picks you when he learns your name. As you speak intimately of Rembrandt and Van Gogh, tossing your mane of copper hair, he think...