We were given an “upgraded” room, number 1701, near the tip of the iceberg, the hotel’s zenith. (Welcome Mr. Ambassador.) One can only imagine which of Dante’s seven levels of Hell each of the sixteen floors below must’ve been.
Dante’s Hotel
Devil’s Canyon
His finger itched for action involuntarily, but this was more than a coyote scare. That was the pitch of Rose Spencer sinking into his pores, and she was no stranger to gunpowder and shrewd aim.
The Bank of the Boyfriend
Prompt: A Mouse in a Cupboard Genre: Memoir The world is a wide open field, open to possibilities, the sky is the limit, or so they say. Creativity can be found in even the smallest blade of grass, if you consider it from the right perspective. I was still in the process of recovering from … Continue reading The Bank of the Boyfriend
Ivory Calla 