Return To Par Impar Part I
I won’t bore you with the way I left Rota, or how I convinced the Council of Good Fortune to let me go. That’s a story for another time. Tristran…
Luck Be With You, Storyteller.
I won’t bore you with the way I left Rota, or how I convinced the Council of Good Fortune to let me go. That’s a story for another time. Tristran…
The message broke my usually calm, businesslike demeanor. Delayed, again! Parts arrived slowly from mainland China due to the virus outbreak, putting ships behind schedule. The Blue Chip remained among…
Without my staff I wondered how I’d ever make it through Minerva’s vacation. She’d been gone a week, but already, my reliance on her assistant, Attie had reached new heights.…
The saltwater scented breeze teased strands of Plouto’s hair from the sleek up do in which she wore it. Sunlight sparkled off the designer gold coin necklace she wore. Tyche…
As much I would have loved to take Aggie on a cruise from Nassau to Greece, the timing simply wasn’t with us. It would have taken twenty, maybe even thirty…
When Aggie first told me about his small farm he’d found in Greece, I’d believed him to be a sentimental fool. At the height of our worship, he blessed the…
“Oh, Tyche,” Aggie cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead as if his touch could magically take all my troubles away. I knew better. He did too. “I should have…
I plunged my hands into the soil and closed my eyes as the soft loam spread between my fingers and under my fingernails. I missed the smell of olives, so…
I sat at the top of the stairs, looking into a perfect cerulean blue sky. Had I not been staring through the gaping hole in Par Impar’s roof, I’d call…
I walked among the sleeping bags and piles of blankets on the gambling floor. With the shutters closed, the only lights came from cell phones or our emergency lights. We…