Archive | 09.12.2009
- The New Mysteries Ch. 03
Max's black Chevy pulled into his girlfriend's drive and he shut the lights off. He was nervous for what he was about to do.
"Max," he said to himself, looking into his rearview mirror, "You'd better be right about this." Max took a deep breath and got out of the car, moving at a steady, confident pace up to the front door of his girlfriend's farmhouse. There were only two lights on; the light in the den and the yard light.
Max knew that Jess was out of the city with her sorority friends. He knew ... more
- The Proper Grip
"Oh fuck, I'm late!"
Speaking quickly into her cell phone, 41-year old Natalie Franklin grinds her white high heel harder down on the accelerator of the BMW. On the other end of the line, a very girlish laugh is heard.
"What are you giggling at, Tracy?"
"It's just funny," she vaguely announces in a very soft voice.
"What?" demands Natalie, already frustrated.
"Hearing you say the F word. You never used to say it before."
In fact, Natalie looks like about the last person in the world who ... more