Angelica E. Bega

Somewhere -- on a distant seashore scattered among the shells and seaweed and footprints and abandoned thatched-roof huts lies a memory....

The smell of sulfur, the blunt end in your hand the crack and flash at its moment of release, catch you by surprise every time. And once...

At least the library sale had been a success. Kate considered whether the day itself had been a success as she carefully placed the bag...