The thruway service plaza was unusually empty, even for 2am on a Sunday. The thruway itself had been fairly busy, so it stood to reason that there would be a few cars here at least. The food court and store…
Randy was getting used to seeing her on the bus every morning. She’d get on at Belleaire Turnpike and get off at Westchester Blvd., which was the stop right before his. Sometimes he would see her on the return trip…
He still hadn’t gotten over losing Polly. The heart-wrenching loss was amplified by guilt. He had been driving her car when the drunk driver turned into them. It should have been him they buried. Every night after work was the…
Something scurried over his foot. It was hard to tell which one of them was more surprised. He jumped and the rat, or whatever it was, took off like a rocket up and over a fence. He paused for a…
Trish leaned back in her chair and stretched her long legs out over the ottoman. It was a move designed to focus his attention; but to be honest, his attention didn’t need much more focusing. They’d been sitting here in…