Read from the beginning Dimity gasped and stiffened in my embrace. Conflicted, I held the gun aslant to her head, just so she’d know it was there but not to threaten her life. Like a cobra, she bowed up for a brief second, her hat falling to the ground. Her chamomile...
Read from the beginning We stepped out the door into a thundering rainstorm. Ringo started the motorcycle and I got into the side car. It all seemed reckless and desperate, and frankly hopeless. “I know some mountain shortcuts,” he said, “that she would not be able to...
Read from the beginning “Could someone have stolen it?” I asked. “No one knows we’re here. Only Dimity.” “Ha. Yeah, well we know that’s not…wait, you’re not suggesting…” Ringo ran his fingers through his hair. The notion that Dimity could have come in while we were...
Read from the beginning It was near midnight and the three of us began walking into the forest, distant wind chimes ringing, fireflies dancing in the night. Ringo led the way with a kerosene lantern, followed by me, with Tanaquil brooding in the rear. We passed the...
Read from the beginning “Listen, Ringo. When I was about eight years old, my dad took me on a snipe hunt with some of his friends. We put on our winter coats and we went out into a field late at night. My dad told me the way to catch a snipe was to sprinkle salt on...
