Promises

Leaning back in the taxi, Olive tried to relax as the lazy spring evening sped past the windows. Magnolias, cherry blossoms, camellias. She was passing through the quiet side of the city now, houses with gardens and garages, the kind of upper class pristine suburbia that only seemed to exist in lifestyle magazines. The sky was …

Luna

“Hello, Professor.” I looked up from my papers. I hadn’t even heard the door open. It was Luna, my graduate assistant, slipping into my office like a wisp of incense smoke, greeting me in her distinctive, throaty accent that seemed to be a mixture of Eastern and Northern European languages, all of them native. “Hello, …