"Yes, ma'am," I said politely, "I'm looking for Michael Richmond."
"There he is out there," she said, pointing to the man with the suitcase I'd just passed as I came up the pathway. He was putting the suitcase into the trunk of a beat up 1947 Chevrolet Fleetline.
"He's going out of town," she said.
Like hell he is.
"Thank you," I said as I turned on my heel and headed back down the pathway.
Richmond closed the trunk and was about to make his way to the driver's side door when he saw me and sped up his journey...
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
This could be good! Leave me hanging why donโt you, Christopher! ๐
Christopher over 3 years ago
Always leave 'em wanting more! (Plus, I'm not done writing this thing and I'm trying to make the ones I have stretch until I can finish it!)
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
No worries! Just want you to know Iโm enjoying it.๐
Christopher over 3 years ago
I appreciate it.
Christopher over 3 years ago
Thanks, Drew. This one turned out better than I thought it was going to when I was writing it. The middle and ending changed several times during the writing.