Griffin stared across the rooftops to the distant city.
What is he thinking?
A single sheet of paper lay on top of the stacks of unopened bills.
Griffin’s shop was opening next week, but he was not invited back.
He was now redundant.
Months forced inside with no income had taken their toll.
I wish he’d speak.
The creditors had begun to call within a minute of the Governor reopening the state for business.
Griffin opened the seventh-floor window to let fresh air enter the stale apartment
I think that’s what he is doing.
He jumped before she could react.
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Yep, I have been putting up a lot of light-hearted posts recently, full of beauty or comedy. But not today ;)