It was broad daylight outside.
Pitch black inside.
How could that be?
"Tom," Gucci said, his hot breath blowing in my ear and his lips brushing the hair behind it.
I screamed like a girl. And this time, it wasn't puberty's fault.
"You boys are wasting your time. You're growing old out in those bushes," Werewolf said. "I am surprised. All those hours you two spent out there. I would have thought the bugs would have eaten you both up by now."
He swatted at the air around his head like a bug was pestering him, but Gucci and I saw nothing.
"That's why I never go out, you know. I saw what they did to Nattie."
More swatting. His gnarled hands were like two flippers on overdrive as he shooed the imaginary swarm away that tormented him.
"They devoured Nattie," he said. "Bones and all. Yup. Nothing left of the poor girl but the ghost of her memory. Oh, boys. Where are my manners? Would you like some milk and cookies?"
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Love Songs: The Wrong Note - A Collection of Short Stories
General FictionA second volume of short stories in the Love Songs collection. Many of the stories in this collection focus on the theme of love and how it sometimes goes wrong. A large collection of stories that run the gamut from humorous to tragic. 1. Love Songs...
