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“You think that’s what I want?” Kak said. “Anti-aging cream? Perfect hair color and tennis lessons? A face without wrinkles?” She moved to where her knees just touched Stammer’s. “Expression lines. Isn’t that what Evelyn calls them?” Stammer touched Kak’s chin with her fingertip. “You. Look great.” “Well. You look awful.” It was cruel but…

In his mind, he saw Slick hanging from the ledge on the 18th floor. Doomed or not, he’d resolved to cling to it until the Trinity stomped his fingers and sent him falling to his Pax-Jupiter death. “I only put it in the Q4 number because you said it would happen,” Rudy said. “This gives…

Rudy rolled over, nearly falling off the sofa. The familiar staccato vibration from his pocket signaled an incoming text. But how? He hadn’t turned his phone on since he’d shut it down when the ferry pulled out of Fort Myers the previous morning. He’d either pressed it against something accidentally or worse, subconsciously reconnected himself…

She watched him, unsure of her next move. Had she engineered it all? If so, she should know what to do now. If she hadn’t engineered it, if it was a gift from the gods, how did one properly respond? The bliss of revelation faded when confronted with the need for detailed action. A direct…

He dug into the rice with a finger until he’d excavated the top of his drowned phone. “Leave it until morning,” she said. “It’ll be good as new.” Good as new. He smoothed the rice so the phone was concealed again in the tiny sea of moisture-wicking grains. It was just a thing people said.…

Kak rolled onto her side and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She waited as long as she could before opening her eyes. It would hurt. Penalty for the excess of the evening. She didn’t recall closing the curtains the night before. If they were open the morning sun could be like…

Kak wondered if he’d read the paper the next day and remember this conversation. If it would dawn on him that he’d been the last person to see her alive. Or if the story would be buried so deeply in the pages that only those with more time than purpose would see it, musing momentarily…

His mystery assailant still sprawled in the wash zone a dozen feet away. It was a woman. She found her footing, raised herself from the receding wave. Her eyes blinked open, so opaline blue they startled him. Click the link below to get the book for 99 cents. The Gods of Sanibel – Kindle edition…

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The Dolly Llamas started a song to fill the silence. Rudy watched Lili exit into the Key West evening. He pulled his chair into the widening space developing around Carter. If their years of friendship had done nothing else, they’d hardened him to public scrutiny. “That’s right,” Carter said to the last citizens defecting from…