The Ship To Aruba
The coins spilled and scattered on to the cracked cement floor with a loud clang. Some rogue ones even scampered to the farthest corner of the room hoping to hide in the darkness. The room was shadowed except for the faint moon light spilling through a broken window. Lamar cursed and stilled for a moment…
The Black Jar
Shaman Sana knew it was time. He placed the big black jar right between his two feet and sat waiting. When Shaman was twenty five, he knew he would die in either of two ways, as a pristine icicle like his bitter mother or as a shining amber liquid like his beloved father.