“You can’t park here without a permit.”
“Bin’ comin’ ‘ere longer than ’em petty council laws were in place.” She hobbled down the steps clutching a walking stick.
“I’ve never seen you, or this bus you can’t miss.” He studied the small haggard woman.
“D’ya think my bus is pretty?” She beamed wide at the Inspector.
“For an eyesore.”
“Some call it art.
Originally posted on R & R Ramblings:
? “Just what d’ya think ya’ doin’?” Palms on hips, her head tilted, and eyes squinted…
Cracking open the covers to follow the footnotes of this twisted plot that had more pulp than a paperback!
for that pocket full of paper
a world of love within a world
life long summer love storm
“And your prognosis?” She leaned back, scrutinizing the male across the desk. “Um…” He fidgeted with his wedding ring. “Err…”… Read more The Interview