The phone rang, and everyone seemed to stop and stare at it. The man in the hair net answered it, "Tiny's. uh huh... uh huh... hold on a second... (read more)
The cardboard boxes tied with string kept coming down the conveyer belt of the baggage return. At first, I thought these were a few boxes being shipped to people here in Mexico City... (read more)
"Merry Christmas, boys," said the Spartanburg County officer as he closed the cell door gently, but it still made an oppressive sound that echoed up and down the concrete hallway for what seemed like ten minutes... (read more)
I was standing at the bottom of the big, white waterfall, looking up at the wall of shifting water that was coming towards me... (read more)
I always look at the hands to learn the true character of a person. The face tells you what someone thinks or feels, but the hands tell you what they do... (read more)
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