Treasure
Void
No one answered the door, and no one seemed to be home. Except that there was music coming from the backyard.
Norville lounged out on a folding beach chair, a thin bit of smoke curling up from the end of a nearly finished mushed cigarette. He seemed to not have a care in the world as he listened to some kind of progressive rock music.
Norville lounged out on a folding beach chair, a thin bit of smoke curling up from the end of a nearly finished mushed cigarette. He seemed to not have a care in the world as he listened to some kind of progressive rock music.