It wasn’t the high pitched voice or even the veins that stood out on his forehead as he screeched like a fairy...
Franco had to take a deep breath himself for his mind was speeding ahead like a formula one racecar. “Do...
She snuggled in next to me, nuzzled the nape of my neck, nibbled my left ear lobe, which sent a shiver to...
“…there is no American Consulate or Embassy here. The nearest is in Milano. Milano is a great distance and even...
I’m scribbling this with my left hand, holding a penlight in my teeth as I try and shove Eightball’s ass out of...
Father Vittorio Mancini was ninety-seven years old. He was frail, withered and his robes hung on him like sackcloth over bare bones. ...
I got an early parole out of the doghouse but it won’t last. It never does. Rule # 2406a from the REMEDIAL PRACTICES–...
Ciccio stood outside the doors of the Basilica of San Marco. He looked right and then left. There was no one. He...
It was early. The sunlight was barely beginning to peek through the Master Bedroom windows. She turned over, leaned up on one...
“Ciccio, but why do you jump out of the dark at me? You nearly frightened me into an attack of...