Down the Hill
“You wax the flyer? It’s all shiny.”
“You wax the flyer? It’s all shiny.”
“But we have to keep warm,” Jake pleaded as he dropped a pile of blankets on the couch.
“Happy New Year!” yelled Bernie to the drunken debauchery that his buddy Vince’s party had become. Amy sang Auld Lang Syne in the same style Marilyn Monroe s...
Okay, Nicholas. Let’s start from the beginning, shall we? When did you begin to have these dark thoughts?
“Blinky, put that wrench down and get over here. I need a hand.”
“What seems to be the problem, Officer?”
“Wake up, you idiot.”
“Why don’t you try poking out your eyes?”
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour. Wriggly worms, spiders and flies, Spooky cookies, a treater’s surprise.
Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand. “You look smokin’ hot, sweetheart,” I said, taking the beers with o...