A blog of short stories, quotes, and musings
“There,” Alana, said, pointing down a nearby alley. “That sounded like a chortle coming from that direction.”
“That’s the biting kind, right?” Travis D. asked.
“Well, I suppose the tone can be a little wounding, but…” Alana trailed off as she looked at Travis, who was now carefully turning over debris with a stick. His posture suggested he was concerned about his toes being bit. “You know I didn’t say ‘turtle,’ right?” she asked