My father gave me an old family photo of his long deceased cousin. As you can see in the original, it is a full-length body shot. He has bad eyesight, so he wanted me to focus on the area around the face. I worked some magic in Photoshop. Original, shrunk
Oliver glanced at her. “What’s with the silence?” he asked casually. “You mean I can speak?” she cried. “Ah! So she knows the English language!” Oliver teased. “Yeah, and four other languages, buddy!” she exclaimed. Oliver let out a hearty laugh, and Marlene joined in, releasing the steam that had
My June 2012 trip to enjoy the grand opening of Cars Land.
A few days later, Marlene chalked up her late night meeting with Oliver Masterson as a figment of her overactive imagination. ‘If they really needed me, they would’ve made contact with me already. And besides, what do I know about being a spook? And if I really wanted to, would