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I thought she was Spanish when I first saw her.  She was dark.  She had a satin scarf tied tightly around her neck and wore a long skirt that

Yin Chi waited in the narrow corridor outside his parent’s ninth floor apartment. His knock stirred activity inside, and he could hear the rustle of moving slippers. His mother

This is a true story about my time as a teenager in the UK. Remind me never to wear a miniskirt in a pub full of Hells Angels ever again. I’d

So, I needed to get a key cut today (no, don’t yawn…). But could I bloody well find anywhere that in my ‘UK’ head might cut keys … ? Nope. I

I thought my rival for his affection was his daughter, born on Valentine's Day.  She was five years old.  He was having a trial separation from his wife, he'd

A light dusting of snow covered the lawns and the rooftops of the red brick homes I passed at 7:00 a.m.  The streets glistened as rock salt and the

Blessed are romantic idiots, for they will inherit heartbreak and weird looks and sometimes the earth.  I am drinking a screwdriver in bed because I can. What a joy to

“We can go some other time,” Eve says to the dashboard. Paul glances at her.  He turns back to peer out the windshield, scared to take his eyes off the

You place your napkin in your lap and see that you are still wearing your apron.  You smile.  The table is set with your good dishes on a white