Archive | 23.02.2010

•  Hush
  He stood in the long corridor outside of the entrance to the bathroom. It had been a long time since he had been here, but every detail seemed to be etched into his memory. The tile had been hand picked, carved in India; its detail played beautifully, swirling rose and ivory marble. The fixtures were gold, glimmering in the half-light of the room. An enormous bath tub took up one end, octagonal in shape, edged with more ivory tile. In the center of the room was a vast walk-in shower, it was there ... more
  
  
•  Interview with Faith Hill Ch. 02
  "I want you two to understand that I have in my hand a videotape of what happened before last night's concert. I don't think that either of you would want that tape to fall into the wrong hands now would you?" Mr. Byron Willet the Civic Center manager said as we all stood in Faith Hill's dressing room the night of her second concert in town. "No, we wouldn't," Faith answered her face turning a bright crimson color as she looked at Mr. Willet. "Of course not," I said as I stood there looking down ... more