Tell Me a Story
“Flynn?" Flynn stared at the slice of pizza Becky was holding out and swallowed hard. Red with tomato sauce and dripping with cheese, it couldn't have looked more deadly to him if it had been laced with cyanide.
"No thanks. You two go ahead and split it." One thing he'd forgotten about hangovers was that, no matter how bad you felt when you woke up, you could count on it being the best you'd feel all day.
He pushed his chair back from the table, as much to get away from the food as to ge...t more comfortable, and studied his companions. Twenty-four hours ago, he'd never have believed that he'd be sitting across the table from one small refugee and one hostile neighbor. To tell the truth, the refugee was easier to imagine than Ann. Who would have believed that the dragon across the hall would have such a pretty smile?
He looked at Becky, his face softening. She'd lost the wary look she'd had just a few short hours ago. She seemed completely at home.MoreLess
"No thanks. You two go ahead and split it." One thing he'd forgotten about hangovers was that, no matter how bad you felt when you woke up, you could count on it being the best you'd feel all day.
He pushed his chair back from the table, as much to get away from the food as to ge...t more comfortable, and studied his companions. Twenty-four hours ago, he'd never have believed that he'd be sitting across the table from one small refugee and one hostile neighbor. To tell the truth, the refugee was easier to imagine than Ann. Who would have believed that the dragon across the hall would have such a pretty smile?
He looked at Becky, his face softening. She'd lost the wary look she'd had just a few short hours ago. She seemed completely at home.MoreLess
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