With the computer still tucked under my arm, I go straight for the beer I left on the counter and drink the rest down in one swift pull.
“Thirsty, are we?” Robyn says from the sink where she’s finishing the last of the dishes. “Must be all that sex.”
Scratching on the art barn’s wood plank floor . . . A pair obsidian eyes looking out at me from the dark recesses . . . My imagination. A mannequin taking up space in the darkness.
Scratching on the art barn’s wood plank floor . . . A pair obsidian eyes looking out at me from the dark recessesOr is Skinner for real?
I might elaborate on my reason for getting a buzz on ASAP, but I don’t want to push the issue with the mysterious creature that supposedly lives in the corn. After all, it’s one thing for a child to believe in that kind of t
