Author
D. Thomas Minton
The Negotiation
Alexandre found Samson exactly where the card said. The card hadn't mentioned the gun or the explosives or the twenty-seven ashen-faced hostages, but he could work with that. "I'm just here to talk," Alexandre said when Samson's gun swung in his direction. Since the police had…
My Mask, Humanity
*** Editor's Warning: Some adult situations and actions in the story that follows *** My mistress calls me her mimic. It's as good a name as any, and I have had more names than I can clearly remember. Each has left a trace in my genetic structure, and, in a sense, I am all of…
Still Life Through Water Droplets
Brandon wanted to find a woman he could put his arm around and have her shoulder slide into the nook of his armpit. Then he could smell her hair when he pulled her close. Susan's hair had always smelled of coconut and jasmine. He still had a half-full bottle of her shampoo in…