This is a place I dump things that I cut out of my short stories so I don't feel so bad about my dead word children.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
From "Homemade"
The parking lot of Bookends had recently been painted and the parking-space lines seemed particularly white and aggressive to her that day. Teresa took a deep breath before she pulled her car into her usual spot, considering the barbed snarl of potential disasters waiting inside.
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