Chapter 21 "Portrait Of A Modern Family"
Polly groaned as she pulled her pillow over her head and rolled onto her other side. The noise. God damn the noise had been ongoing for months now, and she was absolutely sick of it. Finally, after what...
Polly groaned as she pulled her pillow over her head and rolled onto her other side. The noise. God damn the noise had been ongoing for months now, and she was absolutely sick of it. Finally, after what...
"Am I in trouble?" Carol asked, shifting nervously in her seat. "We're not in middle school," Boris said, snickering in his seat beside her, "I'm sure nothing is wrong. Just try and stay calm and collected...
A pounding woke Boris early on a Sunday morning, and he groaned at being awake so early. Much to the disbelief of everyone, old people liked to sleep in too. Boris dragged himself out of bed and hobbled...
A car horn blared as smoke wrapped around them like a blanket, warm and fluffy, but more suffocating than one would expect a blanket to be. Boris had trouble opening his eyes, thanks to the blood that...
"You selfish son of a bitch". It was scrawled, the handwriting not only near illegible but also unrecognizable, across a piece of paper taped to Boris's door. Boris groaned as he stood and stared at...
"You don't know the first thing about flowers," Carol said, standing with Boris as they watched Larry dig in a small plot of soil outside in the garden area of the home, hands on her hips, "What makes...