Gerald was walking through the pasture, checking cows and in the next moment was on the ground, face down. Landing as if he'd been caught by a land mine and thrown there.Except there had been no explosion, no fire or gaping hole at the spot he had been standing moments before - in a quiet, green, tall-grass field. The wind was only blowing pollen and last fall's leaves around. No smoke or dirt or falling shrapnel. There was nothing that could have...

They didn't know that they were going to solve a mystery that had raged across decades. The mystery that tore down Mary's heart and soul to pieces. She sat at the diner only to drown her sorrows in their famous apple pie with cinnamon-vanilla ice cream. John only came to sample their famous dessert he'd heard about all over town. Mary had just found out that she'd been lied to for years. The truth can hurt. It's those emotional claws and shrieks...

You don't expect a goddess to visit you and start talking about your writing - or the lack of it. Yet here she was, dressed in a garment so thin that it was nearly transparent if the sun hit it just right. And here with some message for me. Of course, she didn't get to it right off. Like her dress, she used her conversation to get my full attention before she could tell me what that message was. It didn't take long for me to see she was dead serious...