Dinner with Derleth

The house is in the nicest part of town, the historic part, set well back away from the street under old-growth trees. The doorbell is discreet, musical. In a few moments, the impressive oaken door opens, and Daniel is looking into the smiling face of a young lady. She’s about …

Hurricane Warning

Their meal is hurried. They hunch over their plates, shoveling food in like it’s fuel for the fight and listening to the wind whistle through the trees outside. Grace prays that none of the older trees come crashing down on the roof, or the whole place might come down around …

When Worlds Collide

Kool-aid and coffee. That’s all Grace has to offer, but things are getting tense and weird, and it’s easiest, really, to fall back into old patterns. Comforting as the familiar skirt that Sir liked her to wear, although she prefers jeans now. How else is there to cope? Besides, people …

Locatelli, in F

God,” Emma grunts, “he must weigh three hundred pounds.” More, whispers the voice in her head. “Put him on the floor, he’ll break that poor bed if we try to let him sleep on that. I think he’s going to be out of it for awhile.” Drin’s voice is giving …