Elo attempted to shake Gabriel’s hand, but something invisible kept her from proceeding past what she now noticed was an ornate ring inlaid in the floor around the guard.
“So tell us, Mr. … Horatio Antimone – my, what a name for someone of such a roguish appearance. Mr. Antimone, why did you attempt to steal from one of our firm’s employees?” Continue reading
There are secrets of transgression held in boxes made of heartstrings and smoke, unlocked as a confession is whispered out of guilt or fear. Continue reading
One Tuesday he was trying to figure out the seven letter word for someone with unnatural brain power, when the floor exploded.
He’d taken the remodeling contract with the knowledge that it wasn’t going to be his easiest job. From the first moment of walking into Ms. Naylor’s house, he could tell, just looking.