That morning at nine o'clock. No more yard sales he thought looking up at the moon. No more yard sales ever. I "Amen " he said and started toward the house. He probably should stick the car in the garage but the hell with it. What he wanted right now was a drink a light meal - something microwaveable - and then sleep. Preferably the kind without dreams. He couldn't wait to put this day behind him. He stuck his key in the lock turned it and punched 3817 to silence the warning bleep from the burglar... read more
