Jennifer Webb is a Publisher, Author, and Near-Death Experiencer. She is inspired by Nature’s Beau...
TWO QUARTERS LATER
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!
“Spryte! Are you in there?! Open the door!”
The knocking continued, yet Spryte himself made no move to let the knocker in. Spryte was a little too busy being sprawled out across his couch, the left side of his unshaven face embedded in a half-empty pizza box. A fine trickle of drool was seeping from the corner of his mouth. It was, by all accounts, a horrid sight.. . .
TWO QUARTERS LATER
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!
“Spryte! Are you in there?! Open the door!”
The knocking continued, yet Spryte himself made no move to let the knocker in. Spryte was a little too busy being sprawled out across his couch, the left side of his unshaven face embedded in a half-empty pizza box. A fine trickle of drool was seeping from the corner of his mouth. It was, by all accounts, a horrid sight.. . .
