Playing with Fire
My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame.
My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame.
All eyes were either on Scott’s hands or Amy’s outfit.
David’s hand trembled as he poured the Ballantines over the ice.
*No one fucks with Eddie.
Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand.
“I would give you the moon, babe.
Dawn’s dim light glows in the porch windows.
My life will never be the same.
My life will never be the same.
The Cessna’s wings clipped the tops off several jack pine as it thundered through the brush on its way down.
A gust of wind stirred up the dust of the deserted street.
I probably shouldn’t have been drinking last night.