...in Some Ways I Relied On That-

What's The Woman Doing There?" He Asked. "covering A Scratch On The Hood. She Was Cheaper Than A New Paint Job." He Flipped Through A Few More Pages Of Barely Dressed Women And Classic Cars. "nick Used To Have Magazines Like This When We Were Kids. But Without The Cars." He Rotated A Photo Sideways. "or The Bathing Suits.

Clearly It Was Time To Consider Rescheduling That Optometrist Appointment I'd Missed Last Fall.

Storytelling Is My Passion, And It Rises From A Love Of Reading.

I Could Only Stare, Any Sense That Maybe I Understood Him Evaporating As It Always Did. I'd Glimpse Something Underneath, And He'd Snatched It Away So Fast It Left Bruises That Called Me A Fool For Hoping For More.

Oddly Enough, I Find The Best Hostages Are The Live Ones. - Karl