Leaves rustled fast, like an animal sprinting across the forest floor. Crash, the clank of metal rang out only seconds before Maggie’s scream followed it, in harmony.
I'm too nice, really. I should work on being more harsh, selfish, or at least a little less selfless.
“Shit,” Paul curses under his breath as he tips over a jar of jelly. It joins the myriad of stains from cans of wet dog food and pre-made spaghetti sauce on the cabinets. The counters are no better off than the cabinets.