The Milliner’s Daughter – Zannier Alejandra

It was the week before Christmas when I first noticed the milliner’s daughter. The shop was bustling with the familiar Yuletide mob of young society ladies, overbearing mothers and adoring husbands. My husband was the reason I was there myself. For the fifth year in a row, he had decided to give me a new hat for Christmas. Except, on …

Absolution – Michael Anthony

I did not come to Rio for its world-famous beaches, churrasco restaurants, or pink sunrises over Sugarloaf Mountain. I came because it was as far away as my money could get me from Manhattan. Far away from conference room meetings; weekly sales forecasts; drinks after work with a potential client; the dreaded phone call I was going to be late …