Wish List
Wish List By Enigma I looked at the words as they squirmed on my computer screen. I rubbed my eyes, stifled a yawn, and looked again. They were still dancing. I leaned back in my comfortable chair and stretched. Rubbing my tired eyes again, I reflected on my improbable situation. A year and a half ago, I was an unknown, struggling author. I had written several novels, but had found no success getting published. My wife, Laura, had had to work to keep food on the table, but...