Tag: Wilson Koewing

Delancey was somewhere over the Pacific destined for Tokyo. Ten days for work. Price was left alone with their two-year-old daughter and while she had scheduled two mornings with a sitter, he viewed it as a flaccid attempt to placate what she knew was his growing frustration with the frequency of her travels. He drove…

Fiction by Wilson Koewing Mike dropped Alison off at the Cypress Ranch Trailhead before dawn. There were no other cars in the parking lot. It was early October, and the peaks of the front range were lightly dusted with snow. She gazed at them, frosty and still in the distance and felt a lightness fall…