Read, Famclub. Read!
Here's a few shorts for you to go forth and enjoy.
I had always wanted a child.
It’s only arson. Arson ain’t that bad of a charge. I mean, sure, it’s a felony and all, but the sentence could be a lot worse. Here in sunny old California, I’ll do a year and a half to three years, not even max sec. In and out again before the kid gets old enough to start school, easy-peasy.
Detective Dawson leaned back in his chair, the old wood groaning under his weight. He rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose before looking at her again.
"Chrissy, it just don't make no sense."
"Well," she sniffed, "that's what happened."