Three days of thunderstorms, rainbows, ospreys carrying fish to their young, alligators lounging on logs in the Ocklawaha, hibiscus flowers blooming and dying overnight, the smell of four o’clocks, the hum of bees, the smell of ozone after lightning.
“The only one I thought was worth a damn was Kung Lau. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have hired them for all the nuyen in Miami. And I was right—they fragged the job, big-time.”
Darius St. George, Music Promoter
“It needs to be done quickly with as few broken toes on the dance floor as you can manage. The band won’t be able to play for much longer.”
The Island inhabitants were peaceful. No disease ate away at their bodies and their consciences felt no pinch because they had protected their own. The outside world had been a dream, and now they were truly awake.
An Urban Christmas Fantasy written as a holiday gift to my friends and family.
Breathless is the post-apocalyptic tale of a woman, a mechanical egg, and how the fear of losing hope can prevent a person taking necessary risks. “She sometimes imagined that she could hear the corpuscles knock on the valves, polite as old nuns, before sweeping in with their sacred bath of …
