Thursday, April 27, 2017

The sun sliced across the bed that morning like a scene from Poe's "The Pit and the Pendulum," or so Jake thought as his hangover deepened with every tick of the clock.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

The bar had become so low that when the leader managed to get through a speech without insults, fumbles, slips-ups or a torrent of lies, he was showered with praise.

Monday, April 24, 2017

The butterflies in Sylvia's belly were nothing compared to the buzzing in her brain when she impulsively grabbed his hand.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Carried on an opiate cloud he sailed away to the land of the endless summer.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Where they came from or had gone remained a mystery but their cultural legacy left some tantalizing clues.