Where are you Nasim?
A squeak, a thud, and a heavy rolling sound from upstairs sent alarms blaring in Jocelyn's head. She froze. Couldn't have been Nasim--he should still be at the dinner with pharmaceutical people. Or was that meant to be tomorrow night?
Party Animals Dig Dominoes
My flash fiction piece
Overture to MacBeth
Witches and more
Disposing loved ones
A catastrophe of koi proportion.
Wrestler Rules
Who defies a wrestler?
Stab Wounds
A murder investigation
