Read from the beginning I awoke to breakfast smells wafting in from the kitchen, sauteed onions and garlic, fried potatoes, and smoked meats. Outside there were a surprising number of mushrooms that popped up overnight as if they had somehow noticed our visit and...
Read from the beginning The letter fell from my hand onto the floor. I gazed at the ceiling for a moment in a state of mild shock. I was already dealing with the enigma of the blue bottle in which the message came with the Saragossa insignia painted on the side. It...
Read from the beginning I was at my home back in Ohio where the backyard was lush with new springtime grass and wildflowers. Water still dripped from the tender shoots and tree leaves following a brisk morning downpour. A mild sun was breaking through the blue...
Read from the beginning We went again to the stretch of road where our destination supposedly lay but the entrance to Ringo’s secret hideaway remained an enigma. We drove back and forth again, just like last night, seeing only a wall of impenetrable forest. Even...
Read from the beginning Whatever it was the lady put in my tea the previous night, in addition to being some kind of truth serum that made me babble like a spring magpie, it also induced a deeply fulfilling sleep. I was utterly refreshed and alert, but I was late. The...
My father related the story to Officer MacAdoo. Mom and the kids were out, and dad was home alone. About an hour earlier, four Frenchmen in black and white striped shirts, red neckerchiefs, and black berets had barged in demanding to know where Reginald was. They all...
