The Train

I hear it before I see it. I look right. It approaches around the slight curve, the navy engines bright … More

Lost

“Donde estamos?” She looked at me as if she wasn’t sure what I was asking. I waited, my pulse continuing … More

It is early morning outside a European city. I am riding a train from the airport. I am exhausted. I … More

We leave Granada on a bus, passing the car dealerships, a junkyard, the small airport outside town. A prop plane … More