Callie landed just after eleven o’clock in the morning. Immigration was easy—the guy glanced at her picture and grinned. Her bag came out third. She had nothing to declare...

Every day, at nine in the morning, Mr. Ghosh got his mustache trimmed while waiting for things to happen. Betel juice dripped from one side of his paan-stained lips, his backside comfortably lodged on a rickety chair in the middle of the busy pavement...

Five Stars—Excellent Tour and driver/guide The road took us into the island where we came across Victory. He held a pointed staff and left footprints long and vehicular. Victory spoke very good English and heaved like...

wine why my tastes tonight run more for rye or whisky my throat demands that burn fire water which helps me forget my world wines for therapy not for forgetting a night from wine put this mark upon me she pushed a cart across the street from kohlmans liquor store on seventh and dell...

So I left Lady for good then got off the bus. It felt right, leaving Lady Prananda. Plus I thought no way sadness is not not not going to happen to this girl right here so I dropped her for good, my supposed best friend, paid fifty cents and jumped off at fucking Freeport...