PROSE What Spies DoMy dad is a rock. He is solid, he is powerful. He can still pick me up and toss me over his shoulder. He is never seen to cry, he can never be swayed or damaged by opinion. He is a real estate agent, and he pushes those deals and sways those clients with confidence and experience. He flexes his arms at the dinner table when I ask him and points exactly which way it is to the beach or the gun show. He is a tree, a mountain, a thick and formidable presence in any room, in any place, against any person.PROSE What Spies Do7 years ago in Literature Submissions More Like This
Hes late, my mom said, and pursed her lips through the steam of her hot dinner plate.
My brother pushed a floret of broccoli with his fork. Cant we just start without him?
Absolutely not. She frowned. God help us if we become one of those families that never eats together. Its an important part of your childhood, and so ma
Breaking InA small, domestic bathroom. TIM, a young and unimposing man, is unconscious on the floor, leaning against the bath, hands and wrists tied, a bloody wound on his forehead. He starts to wake up, looks around, and then realises his predicament.Breaking In6 years ago in Screenplay More Like This
Hey! (Pause.) HEEEEEEEY!
The door opens. KAREN, a young woman, enters. She has a necklace in her hand, which she clutches throughout the scene. She looks at TIM, aggressive and defiant.
You shouldnt have done that. It was really dangerous.
Ive called the police.
I thought you probably had. I mean, youve got me now. But I just wanted to say next time, I wouldnt tackle them like that. You might not have been so lucky.
Right, because youre so tough. Anyway, I was