A steady patter of raindrops tapped against the window. Occasionally, thunder sounded, first far off, then close by. Night made the windows black so Eddie Sherman lit a lamp and placed it on the window sill, illuminating a glow of jewelled raindrops as they slid in ones and twos down the pane.
"That poor child," McGinley spoke quietly. "Please believe me, I didn't intend to kill her. I didn't want her to die at all."
"We'll sort it out soon, Joshua, don't worry." Again, Cole's voice was gentle.
A gentleness belied by the Colt he still held at the ready.
Neville Hunt 11 months ago
Lovely the imagery of jewelled raindrops etc. I’m waiting for Anna Cody to come blasting in and upset the applecart some way... can’t wait!
Peter Henderson 11 months ago
I'm with Nevile, somethings about to happen.....great writing Drew
Drew Martyn 11 months ago
Thank you both, much appreciated :)