It is a cold February day as the city labours through the aftermath of a blizzard.
Because her self-appointed super-star lawyer husband traveled so much for work, Lucy spent a lot of time alone.
It was toward the end of September 1956 when the leaves from all the inner-city trees had already fallen.
Adam, in a horrid state, rouses himself up and searches about, no one to be seen.
I just wish I had my freedom.
I confess it again and again.
The collective standing of forty civil servants in unison either signals lunch or end of day.
She had just started washing the cutlery when the phone rang.
The carols, decorations, and glitter drove Marko to anger.
Pete held the bundle of white cloth and in it, the rifle.