Planning
Everything was going according to plan.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
Everything was going according to plan.
Archie winced and swallowed.
Ellen loved her brother, of that there was no doubt.
I should have trusted my instincts.
“Damn,” Marnie said as she pulled over onto the icy soft-shoulder and got out, leaving the car running but the door ajar.
Jonas leaped over the barricade and wormed his way through an opening in the quarantine fence without being noticed, his stolen prize held tightly in his jaws.
I hitched my knapsack up over one shoulder and got off the bus.
“Good man, where might I find your nearest mooring dock?
Sour pickles that make me pucker
I tried, I tried, with all my might
Walking by my daughter’s room with an armload of laundry, I pause to listen at the door.
Leaves crunched noisily under foot despite their practiced woodsman experience.