He felt desperate for the rains, mosquitoes be damned.
In my eyes is the flame of the adolescent he wants to hire.
The suite cost as much as a two-pound brick of Panama Red.
He said he had come back to the prison because it was home.
The wine was administered to Theo’s lips, and then the rest of us.
The talk was heady, but the conversations were dead-ends.
When he bent close to her, his balaclava glowed silvery in the dying sunlight.