Penguins Stories

* “I promise we’re fine. Just a little wind.” “You call this a little wind?” I’m curled up in a ball on the floor of the hot-air balloon. “We’re going to die!” Joseph smiles at me. “Yes, we’re going to die…but not today.” I can’t tell if I’m going to throw up or pass out. If he didn’t have those sexy dimples, I’d have demanded he let me off this death trap hours ago, or maybe it’s been days; I’m not sure. “Pamela, come up...