They sat together in comfortable silence, having been in each other's company for over ten years.   One of their favourite places was on the swing chair, overlooking the backyard, gently moving ...  [+]

The four-leaf clover should not have been there, caught in Esteban's hair. It was a surprise there was any clover at all. The cows had already been through twice that week, pulling at the remnants of ...  [+]

He didn't see the woman standing next to him until her face, white and round as the moon, was peering into the car. Her gray hair, long and thin, danced in the wind.
Her hand moved in circles ...  [+]