Lurlene has a bad habit of speaking to me while I try to fall asleep. When I first posted a very short story, I thought it would be a one time deal and that I'd move on to other subject matter as I explore short story as a medium. However, she's a rather compelling character. I don't know where this will go but today holds the next vignette of Lurlene's life. Enjoy.
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Lurlene ignored the house embers and drew hard on her cigarette. The sheriff appeared to seek Divine Intervention in the wafting exhalation as he waited. "So," Lurlene replied, lips red with satisfaction. "You going to tell Mom or am I?"
Thoughts?
