The ocean looked like silvery, metallic soup. The beaches in Lewes, Delaware were made of sand so hot in the sun they blistered the feet. The waves lapped upon the shore, then rushed back out with a whooshing sound. The saltiness of the ocean brought to mind fish guts and offal. A ship appeared on the horizon.
Marine Corps Stories: To the Lady in the Place, With Style and Grace
“I was thinking the same thing but...you haven’t touched your wine,” Nancy Larce said. Joyner Falk flashed his car keys and said, “Arrive alive in Delaware. No ‘buzzed’ driving.”
The Darknesses: An Elegy for DMX
Earl Simmons deserved better in life. He had talent by the boatload. He created a base of supporters in the millions with his original sound, and held audiences of thousands in the palm of his hand wherever he performed. The Yonkers, New York representative was a complicated man. He rapped, but he really was more of a bluesman with Timberland boots and a bandana, cocked to the side at just the right angle on his bald head.
The Cocaine of Cheeses
The home was well lit from the outside. The dog-chewed leather furniture smelled antique. The house stood tall amongst the rest. It had an air of nobility, if a structure could have such. It sat in a row of Wilmington, Delaware Colonials. Its brick facade welcomed anyone ready to rest and live. A couple stepped out of a blue, vintage, midsize European coupe. A white van rumbled by and parked a few yards away from the house. Calloway Simms saw this and shrugged.
Left to the Specialists
The bottle of Merlot seemed stable in the robot’s belly. Colleek Beaumont and Bali Timmers looked on from their seats. It was their first date.
Marine Corps Stories: Decent
From the outer glass they waved. The Small Wonder Living Community in Newark, Delaware featured the families of the couple. Masks covered faces making the onlookers look like they were preparing to conduct lab experiments. The couple inside smiled and waved.
First Date Flight
The personal jet sat on the runway in New Castle, Delaware. Twenty-four year-old Wilmington hedge fund manager Lenden Sill fumed. Lawyer Karita Virtanen sat across from him while his oak-colored skin soaked up the sun. Her own skin glowed white in the early morning rays. They fussed.
The Wine Machine
“But this isn’t Breaking Bad,” Dr. Waddell Lin said. “And I’m not Jesse,” Jillian Garnett said. Lin laughed. “Hand me those two beakers over there, please. If you want to earn your doctorate, you’re going to have to first complete this formula for our first date,” the doctor said. “Take that ethanol and water.”