Today it's a bit of dust on a windowsill. Not the dust itself so much as the absence of it, a thin streak left bare where his tie had swept across the surface as he'd picked it up. All he's doing is getting dressed in the morning and there she is on the edge of his mind again. Her small nails painted Cadillac red. Her teeth flashing from behind her ( Read more... )

With: Chuck Aule

[p. 16]
Teddy sniffed the air. "You remember the war, don't you, Chuck ( Read more... )