Saturday, May 2, 2009
Excerpt: Saturnday's 1-liner
Julian uncapped the scooter’s gas tank—full, and no evidence of rust. She screwed the cap back on and looked over her shoulder to see Natalie and Tommy talking, animated.
She sat back down on the bike, facing forward now, but wearing a smile for her friend. She adjusted a side mirror in time to see Natalie walking away from him, the body language of a schoolgirl, her purse swinging in wide, happy arcs.