Thursdays Need A Little Sprucing Up
Aug. 23rd, 2012 03:50 pmIf you don't know already how to get there, the Lisa's site is HERE
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He opened his eyes to the sun coming in. The drummer in his head was pounding out a loud and rapid beat. Checking for his gun, he found it under his pillow. How had he gotten home and into his bed? Last he remembered he was attempting to drown his sorrows.
After relieving himself and then washing his face, he hit the hallway door and heard sounds.
He started for the kitchen gun in hand to investigate the noise. Alerted, the smell of coffee greeted him.
Oh yes, now he remembered. His partner had been there for him once more
He opened his eyes to the sun coming in. The drummer in his head was pounding out a loud and rapid beat. Checking for his gun, he found it under his pillow. How had he gotten home and into his bed? Last he remembered he was attempting to drown his sorrows.
After relieving himself and then washing his face, he hit the hallway door and heard sounds.
He started for the kitchen gun in hand to investigate the noise. Alerted, the smell of coffee greeted him.
Oh yes, now he remembered. His partner had been there for him once more
I can't seem to help myself, and so here is another serialized story.
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I can't seem to help myself, and so here is another serialized story.
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