He stayed hidden in the shadows, the glowing tip of his blunt his only giveaway. She told him tonight wasn’t good. She felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on.
Taking a long drag on his packed Remington, he watched her stroll down the sidewalk arm-in-arm with that preppy guy from her office. He tossed the spent butt on the ground, crushing it under his heel.
He pulled his coat collar up, and his hat brim down, obscuring his face, then stepped out of the dark.
This would be the last time she made him wait for her.
Thin spiral notebook 
Very ominous, from the first line to the last
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I love how much you can express with so few words. Keep it up!
Also, the design of your page is awesome š
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Oh man – I love how this guy is a cross between a Robert parker Private eye and a Ray Bradbury Villain
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Thank you, Jessie! High praise indeed.
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I love how you flipped “lonely”. That first line is so good, it would be a fantastic novel opener.
Great 100,. Thanks for picking
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Creepy! You write it so well!
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I like it!
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oooh that last line! Great imagery and excellent song choice Tara! One of my favorite Black Keys tunes.
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