Sunday, April 13, 2014

Six Sentence Sunday: Praying for a Clean Break

He tried to call Alan again and got nothing. Someone let his minutes run out again, he’d bet. Damn it, where was the damned fool? He hoped Alan knew he was still welcome, even though Colby had gotten tired of being second to the rodeo, had maybe had a little snit and not answered the phone for a bit.

This was still Alan’s home, right?


Much love, y’all,


1 comment:

Katherine Halle said...

Well that's a whole lotta angst in six sentences!