alibi-factory

The gun clicked, and the gloved grey hand grasped the trigger tightly. Anyone who happened to be by the scene as it was happening ran. I would have done so, too, but I was safely tucked behind a tree, peeking out through the intertwining branches. I knew that if the officer caught me, I would have been shot; I was young, and curiosity was filling my mind. A curiosity of half-wonder, half-fear. Believe me, there was plenty of fear to go around. I stood there through the whole ordeal. I was watching when the officers passed, smoking their cigarettes and taunting anyone close. I was watching when the old man tripped over his own shoelace and bu

"Does that remind you of anything?" she asked him. They had been sitting on plushy chairs, cuddling each other for what semed like forever, staring at a movie screen they had long lost interest in. She was getting tired, and was very tempted to lean slightly closer, close her eyes, and let her mind wander. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but to put her nose right on his neck to waft the sweet odour. Their feet were intertwining; the sound of leather shoe against leather shoe made a squeaking noise she couldn't help but giggle to. ...talking about?" She was suddenly thrown out of her revelation. "Pardon?" s