Black Friday
I tried, I tried, with all my might
I tried, I tried, with all my might
Missy’s moon shadow cast long, tail twitching in anticipation; the taste of freshly killed squirrel electrified her whiskers.
I watched the sun set and the moon rise
Larry sat in the jail cell and tried to make himself invisible.
David Pemberton leaned into the mirror and fussed over the crow’s feet starting to creep into his face.
It was a slow night, even for a Tuesday.
It took a lot of effort to get the fingerprints just right.
Herb was delusional.
Tommy Andolini was a brute.
Everyone was getting bored and a little stir-crazy.
Saturday mornings were never complete without the obligatory yard sale run.
Martin slipped his battered old pickup into neutral and turned the engine off.