Flashes From the Verse
The morning of her graduation party, when the first rays of the sun had yet to grace the rooftops of the stately homes on the Copper Vein cul-de-sac, Miri Walker was lying restless with one arm hanging over the edge of her bed. She had tossed and turned all night,
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Barbara Cobb hadn’t smiled once since the party began, and the longer she went without offering more in the way of conversation than a polite nod, the more Randy Cobb started to realize something was up. It wasn’t Barbara’s way to be anti-social; she loved events like
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According to the gilded invite sent out a month prior, the event taking place in the clubhouse at the Diamond Ranch golf course was ostensibly a party for the three recent graduates who lived on the Copper Vein cul-de-sac. However, based on the number of adults, all of whom were
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If it hadn’t been for the bright green signs calling out the exits for the city of Holliday, Trace Butler might have driven right past what appeared to her as an endless black prairie with hardly enough evercrete and glass to reflect the bright moon hanging overhead. Driving west
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As she waited for him to climb the steps to the patio, she wondered how he had found her so quickly. But then a soft breeze coming in off the water carried the question away, and she felt comforted by the idea that he had been waiting for her, probably every day since she had dropped off the grid.