This story started here. Rhonda drove toward the pier at her usual breakneck speed, with her high beams on. There were no other cars on the street and the windows of all the houses were dark. She wasn’t running … Continue reading
This story started here. We got off the jitney at the Main Street stop, and, after a brief discussion of the options available to us, we had a light supper at the Wagon Wheel. Then, after coffee, we strolled … Continue reading
This story started here. Rhonda came out onto the deck looking unconvinced. Not about anything in particular, I thought, just unconvinced in general. I had the impression that she hadn’t been convinced by anything she’d heard since her arrival, … Continue reading
This story started here. “Can you tell me about your roommates?” Elsa laughed. “I’m not going to tell you any of their secrets. Or mine.” My employer nodded. “That’s fine. I’m just looking for a general overview of who … Continue reading
This story started here. There was a large bowl with fresh fruit in the kitchen of Heron House. I took an apple and a banana and brought them out to the deck, where my employer was sitting and smoking. … Continue reading
This story started here. At that moment, Mrs. Jessup came in with a tray with four big mugs of hot chocolate. She distributed them, and Mary and I took a sip as Mrs. Jessup sat down on the sofa. … Continue reading