(Untitled) The coach glinted in the light from the window. He was looking directly into the sun briefly, and briefly so the door opened and closed. The sound of the catch of the door was loud, and the coach spun around. “Hey. Are you ready for a second chance? Win or lose it is an opportunity... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Noir
The Devil in Disguise Blues The Reminiscing A rancid odor from a bleached stain urinal emits languidly where two men sit in a dim jail cell eating from trays on the bottom bunk in a San Quinten prison in 1935. One with jagged features on his face, warped with scars on the cheeks, plump in the belly,... Sign in to see full entry.