Day: November 12, 2007

Sophea T. Amari

The fireplace

It was a riot out there. The children were playing catch and getting under the grown-ups feet, screaming and laughing. Peter was at the barbecue pit, turning hamburgers and sausages, muttering under this breath. Her husband, Tim,¬†was expertly slicing onions and tomatoes, whistling as he did so. Her sister-in-law, Carol looked frazzled as she tucked …

Sophea T. Amari

Las Vegas

She stepped out of car, putting on her aviator sunglasses quickly. The sun was bright in the sky, its rays prickling her cold skin. The air was crisp and clear. Sunshine 340 days a year. She could live with this. She slowly removed her jacket and slung it over her shoulder. Now all she needed …