Lydia woke up with that shock of confusion that always came with waking up in a new place, which briefly distracted her from the confusion that came when she realized she was waking up alone.
She had been feeling that way more mornings than most for almost three years now. Continue reading “This Bitch Face Never Rests (2.5)”
The distinctive triangular tower that was the Calvary Crossing headquarters of Lydia International had been designed because the lower four stories of the seventeen-story building backed against other buildings in the Lydia International complex of the very crowded harbor district of the city. Continue reading “An Independent Actor (0.3)”
The motorcade rumbled to a stop near the peak of one of the arcing spans of the bay bridge. Eight lanes wide and spanning two miles, it along with the rail bridge that ran a parallel course was the lifeline that connected Calvary Crossing to the mainland and allowed the island that had been a haven for pirates, a naval base, and then a playground for the idle rich to grow into a functioning industrial port city. Continue reading “The Uses and Purposes of Power (0.2)”