A Game of Cones
Abby Collette
"A wave of discontent settled over the dusty, low-lit room."
"'Mr. Rai.' Constable Neri at my elbow, her gaze incisive in a softly rounded face, and her skin a midbrown shade made dull by the lack of sunlight."
"Kid Guthrie—I’m sorry, Andrew Guthrie—my pint-sized young protégé at the paper and I went to the memorial auditorium for Larry McKnight’s speech in November."
"Once a week this summer, Bobby Santovasco and his best pal Zeke head down by the Belt Parkway to throw things at the cars getting off at the Bay Parkway exit near Ceasar’s Bay shopping center."
"I escaped Romania in the middle of the night, by bike, on February 2, 1965."
"'Come on, Erik!' Josh's sneakers disappeared over a mussel-encrusted rock ridge left exposed by the low tide."
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