Bad Bedtime Bacon
Waking up thirsty, I stumbled to the kitchen and flicked on the light.
Waking up thirsty, I stumbled to the kitchen and flicked on the light.
I shovel dirt into the hole and my face breaks into a sweat despite the cool night air.
Eunice set the picture of their Caribbean vacation on the side table as quietly as she could, trying not to wake him.
Janine’s leg bounced and jittered as if it had a mind of its own.
The rattle and rumble of the train on its tracks persisted in their pursuit of my sleep.
I put the rest of the tools in the trunk and wheeled it over to the tie-downs.
“Eyes up, soldier,” she said and I did.
Lamia wrapped the mottled scarf around her light frame, enjoying the silky sensation as the soft cool hide hugged her contours.
Without a single glimpse back, David quietly closed the door and walked down the sidewalk and out of her life.
Respawn.
You don’t have to shovel rain.
“You wax the flyer?