Paradise. That’s what the brochures said. Turquoise waters, clear as day. Beaches with sand so fine you could practically bake with it. Damon…
The lady at the big desk looked up as I came through the door. “Um, hello, I was looking for the Reading Room.” It was less…
A mirror wasn’t needed to see the hollow and famished form my heart began to acquire from the ravages of American ambition.
Mextler, CA