Writing is Cake

I clamped down on the butt of the cigarette, chewing it back and forth, still not believing she was down there. No mistaking her of course, with that tight white skirt, that spectacular flourish of a hat, and the long, painful angle of her legs. Who else would be out in a downpour like [...]

It was still dark as we raced along the interstate outside Camp Verde. Some fresh snow had fallen during the night, and there were plenty of slick patches on the road—“black ice” as it is called—especially over the bridges and overpasses. We saw this as a good omen, because snow and ice are precisely what [...]

“Ciao, Francesco,” Niccolo cried.  “Glad you could come.  Come in, sit down, have a glass of wine.”
“Thanks, Nico,” said Francesco.  He sipped at his glass, wondering how he should broach the subject.  He decided to be direct.  “I came to talk about your new book, Nico.”
“You finished it, eh?  What did you think?”
“Well, it was–”
“It’s [...]

Finding myself on the road to Welldon, I happened upon an interesting sight. From the back of a beat up green station wagon, complete with faux wood panels, a man was selling something and, judging by the crowd that had gathered, it was not just any ordinary old something. Checking my watch, I found that [...]