Fiction Writings

—Perdón —dice Madeline mientras se sienta—. Olvidé dónde puse las llaves de la casa, me tomó una eternidad encontrarlas.

Clinching a cupid is great, especially when a capricious change of scene yields that fate.

“Sorry,” Madeline says, sitting down. “I forgot where I put my house keys, took forever to find them.”

It took a surreal encounter at Starbucks for this starry-eyed author to find her place among the stars.

Nothing makes a sterling Christmas come true like a “Sterling” intervention out of the blue.

The day was over, but the forest wasn’t alone yet.

When a walk in the park turns dark, you get lumbered with a mark as stark as tree bark.