Julian lights a candle for Saint Lazarus and sets it atop the marble kitchen island. “What are you doing?” Rose asks, “You’re not religious.”
About 7:15 every morning she is right around here, Lexus, cream colored, over in the left lane, trying to move right while…
Flash Fiction
It’s always a major moment when a mob boss reaches out. For this meat-bag, no idea I was on the…