Saturday, January 05, 2008


He tipped a small dark handful of woody tea onto his tongue.

1 comment:

ed said...

the front lawn was littered with spent double duece dum dums of magnum malt liquor.

a young boy with a leashed pit bull sat eyed him from the top of the steps.

"what you want mister? you here to buy?

the kid pulled a nickel plated 44
from his waistband.

"the king knows me. put that gun up."