“Why do you gotta play this crap,” Detective Washington said to Officer Barras. “This same crap every time we’re in the car.” “Not my fault you don’t like Nugent, man. Or rock.” Washington rolled down the window an inch. It[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Gromm etched his way against the cavern wall, following the shallow breaths of his companions. Sometimes he would see the faint light from a torch several feet ahead of him, but it might turn down another passageway and he’d have[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“But it’s not fair!” Esther was sitting in her chair on the front porch, sipping some iced tea. “Uh-huh,” she called back in through the screen door at Little Byrd. “You’re just taking Amanda’s word for it!” A slow sip[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
