Ben paced up and down his office repeating the words to himself out loud while contemplating the nature of a novel.
Mind Games by D.I. Jolly
“What good is a detective who can’t even solve a simple Sudoku?”
My First Song by D.I. Jolly
“It’s creepy is all I’m saying. You just sit here alone, watch the show and then sneak off back home.”
“Lots of people do that, it’s normal and shhh.”
The Floor of my Soul By D.I. Jolly
They hadn’t been having problems exactly, but things had settled down a lot from when they first met. They had their routine and it was nice, but not exciting.
Circles By D.I. Jolly
It was 7 am when his alarm started screaming, telling him he’d lain awake all night.
Alcohol By D.I. Jolly
“You say that like it’s not what I’m trying to do, but it’s cold, raining, my cigarettes are wet and I swear to god I’ve seen three cop cars drive past.”