Thursday, January 28, 2021
excerpt from new film noir novel
A rocket car roared by close, a hot wind and reek of kerosene, and Howard held on tightly to the pitching cardboard sail. It almost got away from him, it was like hauling in a fishing net. When he could rest it back on its wheels, there was no sign of Dorothy, she had vanished with the breeze.
Posted by allen frost at 10:08 AM