WRITING
We jump ahead to the second chapter in this preview of my first novel.
“Who travels on Easter Sunday?”
Hana...
The fiber-optic camera cable slid up into his sinus and down the back of his throat, only becoming uncomfortable...
They ate breakfast huddled against a cold plate-glass window, displayed like mannequins to passersby...
We begin.
Nothing changed it: His simple demand remained disconnected from his power to be heard. The...
A Soviet-era cable car dangles part-way between the lower station and the top of the hillside mine. Although...
The number of travelers in the All Other Passports queue shocked me. Staggering off my flight from Munich...
Somehow the wild gray horses of the Camargue had worked their way into my head years ago; I have no idea...
The roar of aircraft passing overhead at low altitude drew me outside my little Airbnb pool house in...
After I divorced late last year and relocated to Austria, I joined a gym. I needed the routine, the contact...