Tormenta cerebral / Brainstorm

   Dear Susan,   I have grown accustomed to the glares and glimmers on the glasses all around the station. I know I t...

   The bridge crossed the gorge in all its extension. The father stopped the car at one end and head out. He inhaled the fresh air and walk...

   Weapon of choice? Well, he never really needed one. Every single job he was asked to do, he did it with his hands. He had learned most m...