It's Amy's bachelorette party and she hasn't drunk once ( Read more... )

Jake stands in line for lunch, his hands gripping the tray too tight, and his heart-beat pounding in his ears. He wants to look around, but can’t afford to seem skittish. Tries to hold steel in his spine and isn’t sure he succeeds. Jake’s not sure whether he should be more concerned about being a cop sharing a cell block with guys he’s put away or ( Read more... )

Canicule -can-i-cule-  noun- heat wave

Jake remembers the word being an answer in one of Amy’s crossword puzzles. He never thought he would come to know it so well.

The world ends quick, a snap-back of too-stretched elastic, a cacophony of too much heat and too much melted ice.

Jake always thought he would do well in an apocalypse scenario. ( Read more... )