Haley Dreams
My dreams always started the same way.
My dreams always started the same way.
Detective Arnie Chalmers dropped his finished cigarette to the asphalt, ground it with his heel, and waited for his partner to catch up.
Janine let her hair flop forward on the left, decided against it, and threw her hair up in a clip.
So, I’ve been reading my NaNoWriMo novel today and had a brainwave.
I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee.
Melanie closed one eye and focused on the board.
I’ll never forget the first time I sat behind the yoke of dad’s old hovercar by myself, newly minted holo-license carefully filed in my e-wallet.
“Oh, thank you, Spiderman!
“Alfred!
So, yeah, it all started when Mikey dared me to put my tongue on the cold post outside the mall entrance.
The way I figure it, Tiny, is that if we take that piece of bacon you pinched from the giant’s plate and toss drag it over to the fuzzy floor, the dog will s...
“Pansy, did you see what that meathead did?