Habanera and honey

Maria had tried to see her father’s lawyer at his office but the waiting room of the Legal Aid office was always teeming with people. Finally, she used some connections in the Mexican community to[…]

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The hitchhiker

Mason Barnes squinted through his mud-streak, rain-soaked windshield. Despite the brutal rain and slushy falling snow, he could just make out the Panhandle Truckstop sign up ahead. For late winter in northern Texas, it sure[…]

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Late for work

Damn it, I'm already late for work and there's a mob waiting for the elevators. We shuffle in, packed in like sardines. I made my way to the back, second in from the wall. Fifteen[…]

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Mark the spot

Mark The Spot I was thinking as I walked through the side door of my house that this was probably the worst day of my life. Humiliated at work… no, undermined by a snivelling little[…]

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