if you are only willing to listen.”

~ Jimmy Buffett

One

Jade French stepped from the cab transfixed by the tangled mass of vines that nearly obliterated the ho...

Jade returned inside, peering several times over her shoulder, leaving the door open for two reasons: to allow the salty breeze to push out the closed-up smell, and as an invitation for the elderly man to enter—not that she’d voice those though...

The cab, driven by the same man as yesterday pulled into the yard at 8:04 a.m. Mari pecked Jade on the cheek and squeezed her arm. An image shot into her head—of Mari bundled in a thick fur coat, red hair squashed under a fuzzy Cossack-style hat. T...

Bright sun lasered holes in Jade’s eyelids. She squinched them open and raised her head. Morning. Finally. At least the pain had subsided. What time was it? Hopefully Juan would be here soon and would take her to the hospital. 

The thirst...