Lies
“Why are you late?”
“Why are you late?”
So, who the fiddler’s flying fig decided Mars needed alligators?
The white line on the highway blurred and steadied.
Something green.
Elvis had left the building.
The Cedarwood Home for the Elderly stood at the end of a dead-end street in a rotting borough of a dying town.
Caveat Emptor.
Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself.
Everyone was getting bored and a little stir-crazy.