Carol Short

Finding Mom

“Is this it?” Kyra stared out of the car window at the brick facade peeping through the purple bougainvillea. She and her father had had to navigate their way from their apartment in the city and allow their GPS to take over: the freeway’s offramps pointed to one suburb after another…Provintial, Bells Largo, Istel, Pfiner…until they finally approached Telcast. The highly desirable Telcast.