Stalker.

When I bumped into her at Starbucks, spilling my coffee over the blouse she’d bought two days earlier at Zara, I already knew everything about her.

Truth Will Out.

“Are you lying to me, Schisser?” Lieutenant Becker’s hand squeezes Victor’s cheeks, pulling his head to look at him.

“Y’all remember what to do?”

I got your request and I’m willing to talk

Time had gotten the best of him.

It’s not about you, it’s about the weather.

“Hello?” I ask, as I answer the phone even though I already know who this is and what it will be in reference to.

I am an island, surrounded by water, floating. It’s impossible to reach me, that’s how much water we’re talking about.

Laughter ripples through the mass of people, standing shoulder to shoulder, waving like a field of corn on a breezy night.

I was having brunch with Sondra when it happened. I wasn’t supposed to be there.