Should’ve Taken A Left
“Where did you say he was from,” asked Rachel?
“Albuquerque,” said Meghan.
“And what’s he doing here?”
“He’s in the Coast Guard. Wilmette Harbor.”
“Who does he know here?”
“I don’t know. And I don’t care.”
E. Doolittle
I tiptoed across the hallway from my Mother’s room to mine and closed the door slowly, quietly, but the lock clicked loudly. Mother probably heard it. Maybe she didn’t. But, she probably did.
“Did you finish your homework?” A loud voice echoed from downstairs.
She heard it.
Twin Flames Burning
JT looked at the business card. He flipped it around. The back was blank. He flipped it back, and read it once more, for the one-hundredth time.
Saturday. May 19. 8:27 pm.
Stella Ct. and Healy Ave.
Bring the Banana.
DON’T BE LATE.
Valentino Valentino
“I heard he made an entire audience disappear in Cincinnati, and they found them wandering the Sedona Desert a week later. The whole audience!”
“Yeah, well I heard he ate an entire elephant on stage in less than 3 minutes.”
What’s That Sweetie?
Pulling weeds was hard work. It’s no wonder Gerald never did it. His hands had a million tiny cuts. They stung from dirt and sweat. He gingerly grabbed the handle of the fridge to open it, and looked in.
Nothing. Well, a few things. But nothing.
“Hey, Hun? Where’s the lemonade?”
