Not really, but I think I enjoy Won Ton soup the most when I’m feeling under the weather. The Chinese restaurant a block from here serve it scalding hot and the steam alone is worth the price when my head is stuffed, which it is right now.
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »