The rain struck the windows of Dr. Saul Geier’s office in intermittent slashes, as if the sky couldn’t quite make up its mind about the swirling chaos. Inside, Geier grunted, adjusting the flame of his desk lighter before leaning into his armchair. The scent of Captain Black pipe tobacco curled into the wood-paneled stillness. Susan…

A little fictional roadside whimsy this week . . . Enjoy! ——————————————————————— Lea stares at her reflection in the glass window at Starbucks. She likes having blue eyes in a brown-eyed world. She settles back with her hot coffee, breathes in the aroma like a fine wine, and gently sips. People coming and going in…