*There's a nail in the door
And there's glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the TV is on
And I always sleep with my guns when you're goneThe light was too quick for her. She always forgot about that damned tin pie plate hanging in the garden, the 6 pm sunbeam hit her in the eyes every time. She made another mental note to move the thing.
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Thanks for the comment, my stomach has hurt ever since I wrote it wondering if it was good enough.
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I love lyrics in a short story, I really do. It gives it a tempo.
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Have you ever read Neil Gaiman's crossover Sherlock Holmes/Lovecraft? He weaves those old ones in so well. And Sherlock Holmes....:girly sigh:
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