Three days later, after the morning’s first sip of coffee, Erlon found he could no longer keep it inside…
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Three days later, after the morning’s first sip of coffee, Erlon found he could no longer keep it inside…
Read MoreThe next weekend the Rivers held a barbeque, their first since summer began…
Read MoreThe ninth of July had come, and with it the special election…
Read MoreIt was a few summers ago, give or take, when Erlon first met Dr. Ayala on the beach…
Read MoreIt was guilt, Anette realized, that had caused her to slip up on her visit with Oscar…
Read MoreThe dreams continued…
Read MoreAnette listened in silence as Erlon spoke, pausing often to consider his next few words…
Read MoreAgain he could not sleep after the dream…
Read MoreHamrick called a meeting in the back room of the office…
Read MoreAs soon as awareness came to him, he was simply there…
Read MoreYesterday, on his birthday, Erlon Rivers was mistaken for a ghost…
Read More“You want me to go in with you?”
Read MoreIt was late afternoon when Devin arrived at Laurel Oak…
Read MoreLamar did not answer Devin’s calls or texts the week that followed the art walk…
Read MoreOn third Fridays every other month, the city’s French Quarter galleries opened doors to anyone strolling in off the streets…
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