The Man in the Fedora Hat

“Oh, what do you use? The alpha hydroxy acids? Good, that’s good,” he said, his eyes beamed. Tessa had never seen this man before, but he seemed familiar. Tessa stood and shook his outstretched hand, his eyes the consistency of warm almond butter and never absent from her deadlocked gaze. “I used to work for … Continue reading The Man in the Fedora Hat

Tessa Takes a Walk in Her Party Boots

It was much too early for Tessa Tillsdale to summon the strength. Every time she composed a thought, her head pounded, blocking entrance to the full functioning of her brain. Not so fast. Just who do you think you are? It teased her. Her Doc Martens would have served her better than her stiletto party … Continue reading Tessa Takes a Walk in Her Party Boots