Dark Horse

Janet clean up at the sink. They’d spurned his help but asked for Wally’s, though Wally seemed to be in a foul mood since reporting in to his superior officer about the newest suspect in the sunglasses caper. He sat gloomily in the adjacent living room with a tiny eyeglasses screwdriver, fixing his piano-keyboard tie with surgical intensity.

One hears only those questions for which one is able to find answers. – Nietzsche

and lined the iron sights at the lonely bottle of

The view was monotonous, deadening.