What Is Your Desire?


Pencils on their own are dumb creatures. Put them in the hands of children, and they are apt to draw Moms and Dads, third-grade teachers, tulips, and dragons. Pencils in the hands of adults are apt to write brilliant plays or novels. The work of Robert Ludlam and Lee Child comes to mind. In adultContinue reading “What Is Your Desire?”

Too Late For Remorse


The words resounded against the dripping walls.  “Shut up.  Shut up.  Shut up.” Blood trickled from the corners of Trevor Hartigan’s mouth.  His awareness flickered from the pain coursing through his broken fingertips to the oppressive heat in the room, to the crooked expression on the interrogator’s ugly face. “If you lie to me again,Continue reading “Too Late For Remorse”