Ventana – Short Story

“You see that notch, right there on the top of that mountain?” Jack said, extending his arm. “Look through it. See that ridge behind it? That is where the Spanish buried their gold.” Jack and I had just hiked up to the top of Mount Pico Blanco on the Big Sur Coast. The blue Pacific... Continue Reading →

To the Point – Short Story

Chris began to question the wisdom of his trip. It had been just three days since Hurricane Katrina struck the Mississippi Gulf Coast, leaving more destruction than he had anticipated. He picked his way on foot through the rubble and down Howard Avenue toward the eastern edge of Biloxi to find his grandmother’s house, and... Continue Reading →

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