The following morning he awoke to a flood of white light. That's how he knew he had slept in. In the  winter , you had to wake up in the dark if you wanted to wake up at a decent hour.

he didn't want to get out of bed. But the...

"What?"

"you heard me. Drop. The. Case."

"But--"

"God Dammit. I said drop the fucking case."

The Lieutenant turned around and stared out the window. The detective could see his superior's face reflected in the glass. The anger subsided from it. And a sigh came. Then he turned back around.

"How many weeks has it...

The weekend was near. Most kids were eager to be out of school. Come Monday morning, whispers and brags of all the fun things that they experienced would fill the hallway. Penn would listen to it all with a stone face. Making a direct line  to his first class. In...

winter arrived. Cal's first since leaving earth. Without the snow. It didn't feel like winter here in space. The only reason he even felt somewhat connected to winter was the calls from Marianna. She had moved to someplace where there was a lot of snow. She loved it. An ice...

She hadn't been to The Blue Moon since her college days. No scratch that. The place hadn't opened until a year after graduation.

She had not been to The Blue Moon Cafe since she was 25. That was when she finally departed from that wretched town.

Everything about Westcity was wretched....

Sam ran the  cafe like a home. It was made easier by the fact that he and the wife ran the cafe together. That along with the fact that their  Apartment sat on top of the cafe. Growing up in the  suburbs , Sam had never imagined he'd be living...

It was dark when a voice rung out. He recognized it. You didn't need the light to recognize a voice. In fact it made it easier.

"Blue. Is that you?" it spoke the same way he  remembered. In those days back at Victoria Park. That cold winter . It was not...

"Why aren't you doing the moves?"

It was a ethnically ambiguous slightly overweight girl with smooth skin in the seat behind him.

"Why aren't you doing the moves? Like everybody else." she asked again.

"I didn't know I wasn't doing them," he said."

"You aren't." she pointed at his hands. "See."

He looked down. He...

Except for one month, I wrote everyday for 12 years. I remember vividly the winter afternoon I stopped such a habit. It was a few days after my 36th birthday. I'd taken the day off from work. And just like on any day off from work I had been lazily...

Do you know, that I used to think about this place all the time? This spot right by the  fogged glass here. In my imaginations it's always  winter or late  autumn . It's definitely not warm. I'm waiting for someone. That person I'm waiting for is not always the same....