Johnny Baby
Darlene Joyce crept out of the fourth house on the block. The night was a little humid, a little cool. The half-moon cast an eerie, shadowed glow over everything, just enough that everything was still 3D. But the circle from the mid-block street lamp flattened part of it, rendered it a painting of her yard. She closed the door quietly behind her, then glanced toward the corner. There it sat. A red Ford pickup, filled with … Read more