“JP sat next to Larry on the dealer’s couch. The dealer, Suds, slowly tapped bits of marijuana out of a vial onto a digital scale on the living room coffee table. ‘Let’s call it Special K, even though it’s not exactly what it is,’ Suds said.”- Gargoyle, 2017.
“When Jill comes home that evening, she calls out to her daughter, but there’s no reply. The snow falls from her jacket as she hangs it in the closet beside the front door, listening to the silence for some sign of Christina. Usually there’s something: laughter as she chats with a friend on the phone, or music from her laptop, or water running for a long shower in progress. Tonight there’s nothing.” – Read more in South85 Journal
“Technically it wasn’t a break-in because I still had the key she gave me. There was no breaking involved, and since she never took the key back or changed the lock, there was an implicit invitation to enter anytime I wanted. It’s true we hadn’t spoken in months, but in my defense, I had no intention of going inside without her. I thought, if she’s home, she’ll either slam the door on my face or invite me in to talk about what happened. If she’s not home, I’ll just leave the blueberry pie and the note on her doormat and call it a night.” – Read more at Lowestoft Chronicle