There’s a specific kind of romance that doesn’t ask you to think. It just grabs you by the collar and makes you feel everything at once. Mile High is exactly that kind of book. I…
Blinding flashes. White. Sparks. The sounds. Click. Click. Click. A synchronised symphony of camera buttons pushed at the same time. The name rings in a distance. Like the last remnants of an echo. Time slows….
It’s one of those days. The rare occurrence that I am up before sunrise. I stand in the kitchen and watch the sun climb higher. I could stare forever. At the angry, rising mass of…