Snow Day
Ellen loved her brother, of that there was no doubt.
Ellen loved her brother, of that there was no doubt.
I should have trusted my instincts.
I hitched my knapsack up over one shoulder and got off the bus.
Leaves crunched noisily under foot despite their practiced woodsman experience.
Missy’s moon shadow cast long, tail twitching in anticipation; the taste of freshly killed squirrel electrified her whiskers.
I didn’t kill him.
Alice gave me a furtive glance as she handed me a glass of lemonade.
“You see, Detective, I have a little problem with knives.
There was only one bus in town and I missed the last run, its taillights taunting me with the faint spray from the wet wheels.
It was a slow night, even for a Tuesday.
thunderous dark skies
The blade of the shovel rang loudly as it hit rock again.