Her nervousness fades and heartbeat slows as the small row boat travels downstream.
With six-pack of beer on his passenger seat, Eddy pulled over to the shoulder.
He climbed to the top of the hill and leaned against the tree. He tore his shirt open as an attempt to stop the fiery pain in his chest.
It was one clear night. The year was 1955 in small town, Kansas.
Shifting to reverse, Lucy stamped her foot on the gas pedal but the truck wouldn’t budge.
After running around London all day, Lauren was exhausted. All she wanted was to return to her hotel room, plop onto the bed, and stay there until the next day but she knew she couldn’t.
“Children, you better go to bed now before Santa Claus can slide down our chimney and leave you guys your presents.”