An inedible stew of visual lunacy much of which I concocted with my own three hands.
The snap of Karla's whip got Jim's attention quick. He wold not be buying the Babe the Inflatable Blue Love Ox after all. "How dare you wear those pajamas in Public you worm! " She screamed as she nicked the corner of his ear with the metal tip of the whip with a second practiced flick. It was going to be a long a painful night thought Jim as he eyed the rows of stale hamburgers on the bottom shelf.
You are the next Dashiell Hammett !
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