“I stared at the night's first stars, as if their twilight-dimmed glow would reveal something to me, give me answers to the universe I didn't understand. My world had been so small up until now, so small and yet so… — R.K. Ryals Copy Share Image
“Would the bastard ever call? Smoke drifted from the ashtray where a fine Cohiba lay unattended. Several burned-out butts crowded the glass, competing for space. The man looked at his watch. Had it been done? He smashed the lit cigar… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
