Lemony Rain
I constructed my lair from the choicest rock candy, not dollar store seconds.
Wit
Pull Over
“What seems to be the problem, Officer?
Scare Tactics
“Why don’t you try poking out your eyes?
Trick or Treat
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.
No Need to See
warm oil on your back
The Perfect Trick
All eyes were either on Scott’s hands or Dez’s outfit.
Too Hot
Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand.
Scott Woos Dez
“I would give you the moon, babe.
Moby on the Beach
I closed my book and tossed it aside.
Clouds
Jack and Jill lay on the hill