Author: Vallie Lynn Watson

She—some folks called her Jill—used to buy love at the shopping mall, but then all the malls died. She probably died, too, but she still went love-shopping ... Read More

TUESDAY’S GONE  The elevator appeared and I joined Flip Furlong, tall, thin, in blue scrubs. We each gave a nod of acknowledgment then I glanced at the panel; it was already pressed for floor nine. I reached in my purse for my phone, but could feel Flip still looking at ... Read More

When Veronica landed in New Orleans and turned on her phone she had a message that the boss’s brother had died and all the meetings she’d traveled for, cancelled. She collected her bags and sat down in a vinyl airport chair, trying to decide what to do. The hotel was ... Read More