Page 42 – Sinful Stories

Sea Magic

The morning the fog rolled in, Jenny May was already awake. She sat cross-legged on the old wooden pier, legs […]

I guess interesting is the word of wonder at why I look at my watch when waiting for the day

I wake to the sound of nothing, which isn’t right. Something’s different in the house. Time check: 4:55 am. I

The plane smelled faintly of recycled air, coffee, and the sharp tang of disinfectant. Lena hated flying. Not just the

My coffee had always been lukewarm, or so I thought. Maybe it was hot once, when it was first poured