Tag: ann_petry

Did you ever find anything wonderful that way?
No one knew how old he was.
He left right afterwards.
He knew that there was something wrong.
He’d done a good job.
It was one of those mornings when he felt like singing.
There ain’t no place for nobody to go.
I haven’t any idea where she goes.
I was thinking about something else.
I wish I did know. I’ll probably never know.
He stopped talking and frowned.
He changed the story each time he told it.
Get a drink? Burn in hell?
Last chance to do what?
The Last Chance. The Last Chance.
They were talking in their sleep.
More important still, was it a mistake, the whole thing?
He wished, afterwards, that she had looked at him, appraised him.
She looked around the room again.
I have to go.