Erica Schuler had just finished cleaning up the kitchen for her mother and had come outside to the front porch to catch a bit of breeze while she waited for Herman. The summer sun, molten and all-pervading throughout the day, had begun to set, turning the big sky into a purple and orange dome ove...
It was a 1959, red and white Sports Roadster with a manual transmission. When he toed its throttle the car kicked him back against the tan leather bucket seat like a jet fighter. It was dark, well after the evening rush hour, when Steve had left his...
Gold tucked his tortoiseshell sunglasses into the breast pocket of his tan silk-weave sports jacket as he crossed the bustling, marbled lobby to the elevators. His destination, the Tap Room Lounge, was tucked away up on the mezzanine. The lounge was windowless and dimly li...
Robbie Greene wasn’t scheduled to fly today, so he was in the flattop’s officer-rec room, having a cup of coffee and playing solitaire, when he heard about how the Commies in Cambodia had grabbed the Mayaguez. The rec room was windowless. It had flat fluorescent lighting, ...