The rain hammered against the windows of Silas’s antique shop, a steady, insistent drumming. Silas, a man who smelled of beeswax and old paper, dusted a particularly ornate mirror when he noticed it. The reflection wasn’t quite right. Behind the…
A Domestic Thriller Okay, people, we have a situation. A banana situation. And it’s… unsettling. Behold (see the photo, if you dare): a partially peeled banana, dramatically draped across a coral-colored hand towel. Not on the towel, mind you. Draped.…
Mega wasn’t proud of being a bully, exactly. He preferred to think of it as…assertive territory management. He ruled the rooftops of Seabrook Estates with a squawk and a well-timed dive-bomb. Smaller gulls scattered at his approach. Humans, bless their…