Stretched out on a blue-and-white striped cushioned lounge chair on the top deck of Borys Popov’s Sunseeker 75 Yacht, Kim Phillips stared at the glistening Hawaiian Tropic suntan oil spread thick on her thighs. With the cold gaze of a fresh corpse, she stared through catatonic green eyes that recognized nothing and heard no one. […]
“We got Little Miss Goody Two Shoes now,” Shannon said. Tara’s distinctive Irish brogue shrieked in response. “Where’d you hide our wannabe Clearwater Beach realtor of the year?” Shannon’s equally shrill voice sounded like an empty whisky bottle smashing against moss-covered rocks along a litter-strewn shore. “Like I’m gonna tell you, you floppy old floozy.” […]
Nervous and tearing up, Ruby handed RayRay the letter. After unfolding and reading the single paragraph Ruby printed out on white copy paper RayRay teared too. Words with the best intentions can still hurt. “Thank you for being my friend and the best boss ever,” Ruby’s letter said. “Because of the continuing threat of Covid-19 […]
“Thanks for coming,” Marty Durkin said. Randall Lark walked into the small neatly decorated apartment. “You armed?” Durkin asked. Lark said, “What do you think?” “Me too,” Durkin said. “You want to put the guns on the table?” Randall Lark slowly drew a Ruger Max-9 from a shoulder holster and laid the loaded pistol on […]
Telling herself not every woman can juggle three voices in her head, four if she counted her own, Kim Phillips got ready for work. Selling luxury condos was getting to be a drag. She wondered if she could sell boats instead. Hawking yachts could be fun. But she hated rich people more and more each […]
