It was Friday night and Kelly was just finishing up the last table decorations for tomorrow’s dinner dance. Kelly was […]
Category: Night Writer
Best Served Cold by Night Writer
The lounge was crowded. It was Saturday night, and the barflies were out in swarms. We took the booth at […]
Two Blocks from the Edge by Night Writer
Dark days. Things could have been worse, but at the time, you’d have had a hell of a time explaining […]
Night Child by Night Writer
I first saw you in shadows, hiding from the light, surrendering brief glimpses of ivory skin beneath wisps of dancing […]