STORYSPACE PROJECTS: Gap – Influence
Wandering around a bit today, seeking inspiration since the tale-spinning machine seems to need oiling. Was going to trade books that I’m reading in my great classic reading roundup before I die binge but somehow, maybe Miller’s Tropic of Cancer is exactly what I needed.
Her eyes flicked to the side view mirror as she caught the reflection of the police car’s door opening and he stepped out. Tall, all sign of humanness wrapped in the black uniform of the law. A thin strip of flesh above a mustachioed grim mouth. Cold eyes hidden behind black glasses. He walked up a few steps and stopped.
She watched, seeing him only from his belt buckle down. Shiny-booted feet set apart and black legs solid as columns. She followed them up, looking for a bulge.
He had none.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology