The engine howls at the end of the dock. You hit ...
The golf green is quiet and the department store marquee glows ...
The golden seam flashed under my boot and then blinked away. ...
I froze when the map clue blinked into my journal—no marker, ...
Night fell over my Valley and I was crouched behind a ...
I froze at a glittering patch by the shore, convinced the ...
I stood ankle-deep at the water’s edge, heart racing when a ...
I remember sweeping across Dazzle Beach at dawn, Royal Shovel in ...
I rolled up to the festival grounds with the week timer ...
I was halfway through email when a single line landed in ...