The ball came howling in, and boy, was it really moving, like a bike with no brakes going down Cobb Hill. Roger squeezed the bat, wringed its neck, and tensed up in anticipation of the pitch. He was gonna hit the shit out of it. He felt his shoulder muscles clinch, and then loosen as he unleashed a holy terror on the ball and bam! it was off like rocket into the outfield. He tossed the bat to...
What was lost ain't worth getting
Sometime between the 8th Street and Bellvue stops, Mary realized she had lost her necklace. A thousand stamping feet had passed by during the stops, and any one of them could have gone off with her necklace, attached to their shoes or crushed to dust. She was beside herself, of course. That thin, looping yellow necklace had been on her neck for the past thirty years, had seen hurricanes and the...
You are the acid in my guts. You are the pile of sand behind the curtain of my...– Amelia Gray
The lobby of the hotel was flat and cold, empty because of the late hour. When Nina pulled open the heavy doors from the street, she felt that she was disturbing something private. She shivered, pulled her coat tighter. The lobby felt scarcely warmer than the street, where swirling snow had grown heavier as she had walked her way back to the hotel. She would have taken a cab, had she seen any....