In the dark, graceless footsteps crunched on gravel.
“Keep it down, idiot.” Sammie hitched his threadbare pants; cricked his neck.
Hook hung his greasy head, pimpled face infected. Dandruff floated to his shoulders.
“Look at that!” Sammie pointed, eyes bright as fireflies. A sinuous silhouette slid past the only lit window.
“Get ready.”
Hook patted pockets; his shoulders sagged; hands stuck in mid-air.
“You left it, where? So—Mr. Voice—you’re no Cyrano after all!”
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August 6, 2013 at 10:19 pm
Oh that’s great. Love it.
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August 7, 2013 at 3:11 am
You have packed a great deal in there – I like it!
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August 9, 2013 at 3:14 pm
: )
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August 7, 2013 at 4:27 am
You’ve nailed it once again!
Poor Hook… Everything shows in his walk, I like the graceless footsteps.
Is there a comma missing in line 4? (after pointed)
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August 9, 2013 at 3:14 pm
I’ll take a look. Thanks for the input. I DO appreciate it!
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August 7, 2013 at 5:38 am
Poor Hook. Such feeling with so few words. Amazing.
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August 7, 2013 at 7:20 pm
Poor Hook, indeed. Thanks, Colleen.
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August 7, 2013 at 7:10 am
This so SO GOOD….you painted an amazingly clear picture. I almost feel like I”m hidden away watching them~
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August 7, 2013 at 7:20 pm
Thanks so much. This one was fun and again, it’s not where I started.
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August 7, 2013 at 11:10 pm
I LOVE that…when you start on one path and totally deviate. The adventures in writing!!!
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August 9, 2013 at 2:40 pm
That’s what keeps us going back to see what happens next! I love the surprises and the adventures… Nice to see you Emily.
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August 10, 2013 at 12:22 am
Always nice to see you, too!
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August 11, 2013 at 12:52 pm
;D
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August 7, 2013 at 12:39 pm
Cute Tess!!
Poor guys – all the planning for naught 🙂
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August 7, 2013 at 4:32 pm
Nice one, Tess, lots of details!
I’m going to have to catch up with these… I’m way behind!
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August 7, 2013 at 7:19 pm
Good. Come O-N down. The more the merrier.
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August 7, 2013 at 7:18 pm
Thanks for the shout out, Tom.
Are you all fixed internet-wise? I guess it’s time to hit Red’s then.
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August 7, 2013 at 10:51 pm
You’re way too good to not be published – you know that, right?
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August 9, 2013 at 2:41 pm
Thanks, Troy. I am pleased you approve.
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August 10, 2013 at 6:29 pm
Which is why I published her. 🙂
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August 11, 2013 at 10:27 am
Touché!
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August 11, 2013 at 12:33 pm
You lift my spirit, Red. Thank you for your generosity and support.
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August 8, 2013 at 9:28 am
This is perfect! What a picture you have painted of the lovelorn and his sidekick. Just perfect.
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August 9, 2013 at 2:37 pm
I never know where I’ll end up once I start. Glad you like this one, Val.
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August 10, 2013 at 8:14 am
Brilliant, Tess. As usual!
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August 11, 2013 at 12:51 pm
Susan, you have a generous heart. Thank you.
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August 10, 2013 at 6:35 pm
Poor dear. Must be awful to have to have a crib sheet and a helper…
xxx
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August 11, 2013 at 12:29 pm
It must be awful to be a teenage boy. Nice to see you, Red.
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August 11, 2013 at 12:08 am
I love the ‘eyes bright as fireflies’. It’s another classic!
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August 11, 2013 at 12:26 pm
Thank you, Rose. I envisioned the young fellow’s desire shining in his eyes and couldn’t think of anything brighter.
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