There Must Be Some Way Out of Here. There are many months left of these monochromatic matte paintings and Eloise wants out of here. She sees these colors, this time, though. They are lights, little colored lights.

Lila strode down the stairs into the Fifth Street Rifle and Gun Club, her smile widening at the first whiff of cordite and the muffled sounds of gunfire. The Gun Club was her employer, her domain, and her harem. She stopped at reception to sign-in, catching Carl daydreaming at the desk. And started absently picking through a pile of release forms.

It started in January, even with the spring semester; my right pointer finger swelled up like a ripe, young dick. Red and throbbing, it kept me awake at night. My health care provider sent me to emergency, a county hospital, where I hooked up with a hand surgeon by the name of Dr. It was Lim or Dijet, I had my pick. Are you a food service worker, a house cleaner, someone who might have his or her hands in water for long periods of time? Do you bite hangnails? The man waiting before me had no hands a.

Winston shaded his eyes, watching the elegant sweep of wings within the V flying above him. Time had brought him riches, but he would tell anyone that the bank could never hold what he found most dear.

Like a downpour, but the scent and the few drops dry up before anyone notices. The studio quickly promotes the weekend-weatherman. He simply moves away after waiting on rain for six more months.