From the Window
Elvis had left the building.
Elvis had left the building.
Hop on the exam table, Mister Smith, and let’s take a look at the carnage, shall we?
No one could pronounce my last name growing up.
So much blood.
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.
She asked me two times
So, yeah, it all started when Mikey dared me to put my tongue on the cold post outside the mall entrance.
I shovel dirt into the hole and my face breaks into a sweat despite the cool night air.