Cash snaked back, kicked in the remnants of the door with both feet, and fired off a flurry of lead from his Colt. One slug opened a dark hole in Dice's forehead, slamming the would-be assassin back against the bed where he remained draped over the edge.
I am working on a few other Cash & Miles adventures with other writers and once they're done I will have twelve of these in the can. Now I am dedicated to finishing the novel tentatively titled SHOWDOWN AT LARK’S PASS.
In 2011 I have decided to read some classics that until now have escaped me. I'm halfway through THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY by Oscar Wilde. Two lines:
"The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul."For more Two Sentence fun click over to my good friends at Women of Mystery.