The coiled hose had been chained to the side of the garage. Mike’s folks and the key were gone, and the leaf pile was blazing.
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Fiction: Two L’s in the Night
Something nudged Brent; he roused and opened his eyes. A shape hung over him and he quickly turned on the bedside lamp. The shape instantly took on form and color, if not meaning. Brent closed his eyes again and then reopened them. The form persisted.
He elbowed his wife, sleeping in bed next to him.
“Nina.”
‘Hmmmf?”
“Wake up, honey.”
“Why?”
“There’s a llama in the room.”