The water on Dollar Lake was flat and dark as I stared out at it through our trailer window.We’d planned on living in the trailer until we could build a house on the west side of our beachfront lot.
But it’ll never get built. And neither of us will see a dime when our assets are split up.
The moon eclipsed by a cloud…Shelley on the floor; missing her front teeth and the back of her head…
The dispatcher called me on my walkie-talkie. Multiple calls about shots fired in the area of Fenton Road and Dollar Lake.
I took a last look at the water.
2 responses so far ↓
Christa Miller // May 29, 2007 at 12:46 pm
Short but devastating. Really nice!
patti abbott // May 30, 2007 at 2:51 pm
My story feels bloated after reading this one. Great!