Suzuki greeted him at the door of her office with a cool hug that smelled of lavender. “Adam, I’m so sorry about your mother.” He nodded, sat on the couch across from her. “Yeah. She’d had a second bypass. It seemed to have gone okay, but then she just crashed. Full system...
Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. © Toby Neal 2013 http://tobyneal.net/...
Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. © Toby Neal 2014 http://tobyneal.net/...
Thomas Chapter 14 “Rafe!” I cried, and ran forward, dropping the flowers at his feet and flinging myself into his arms, leaping up onto him. He staggered back, laughing, having no choice but to heft me up against him as my legs crossed around his waist and my arms tugged his mouth down to mine in...
It could have been any linoleum-floored, vinyl-boothed food joint, its only concession to Hawaii a plastic napkin holder shaped like a pineapple on each Formica table. Maybe that’s why her father liked it. Marcella blew on the tarry surface of black coffee in a thick china mug, eyeing her father ...
Stevens looked out the window at the patchwork of fields. From this vantage point he could see clearly the stages of growth. Fields newly seeded: dark red soil, studded with cane start cuttings in corrugated rows. Then young fields, bright green with new growth. Older fields with fifteen-to-twent...
Her shoulders were reddened from running on the beach, freckles standing out against her olive skin. She rubbed the oil all over, feeling a little refreshed by cleaning up, but not in the mood for some mysterious date with Alika. She was too keyed up about the undercover op at the papaya farm. Sh...