"The perfect shot," Shawn said, "leaves people breathless." "Yes. I agree. There's something so beautiful about it," Ray replied. They were at the bar, seated on barstools, whiskey sours in front of them. Shawn was the taller of the two and was dressed in a black tee and black jeans. Ray was more casual, he … Continue reading The Perfect Shot
There was a break-in at my house. My computer was stolen. I had informed the police and they were on their way. I was surveying the house, trying to figure out what else was stolen when a tall blonde man in a black suit entered through my broken door. "Mr Hastings?" he asked. I replied … Continue reading Lifetime Warranty?
They walked into the pizzeria in their overcoats. Their collars raised high. They wore fedoras and smoked cigars and their oxford shoes click-clacked behind them. "Where's Corleone?" One wrinkled old face asked. I rolled the dough out and tossed it into the air. "What's your business?" "You know our business," he said. Two men stepped … Continue reading Pizza?
"I love these," Betty said, pointing to the cupcakes in the pastry display. "You make them better than anyone else. What's your secret?" "The secret is love," Ronald said and smiled. "I never would've guessed." "I know. It is cliche, but it's the truth." "Love, huh. Well, I'd like six of these," Betty said, pointing … Continue reading The Secret Ingredient