Stress Test Ch. 7
When she picked up Saury on fingerpaint day, Sandy found the tall lady with the bows in her hair bending over him. Miss Busse looked like one of the kid's creations. She adored bright, simple colors. She tossed them on her lips and nails and around her eyes. She pared her wardrobe down to the essential bands of the rainbow. Even her laughter splashed against the walls like tempera paint. She could make a five-year-old long for subtlety.
Stress Test Ch. 6
Billey might never have learned to use the can opener, if not for the cops. Sometimes he would be alone for days after they came to see his daddy. He could sleep as late as he liked and forget about school. He and Black Wolf could root around the yard without fear. Only trouble was, they sure got hungry when they were on their own.
Stress Test Ch. 5
When Sandy held steady at forty-five miles per hour down Westmore Avenue, she could make all seven green lights between America Thinks, Inc. and Kid'n'Kaboodle. Cars on either side flew by. Those on her tail downshifted, gave their engines a throaty roar and swung into the passing lane. She pulled even with them at each light as they punched it again from a standstill.
Stress Test Ch. 3
Maybe some kind of ancient, magic writing hid in the serving platter's blue willow pattern. Something gave it the power to defy gravity. Once the soapy plate slipped from Sandy's fingertips, it hung in the air while her hands hovered around it like a pair of nervous hummingbirds.
Stress Test Ch. 2
Billey Elwood leaned against the black post of the railroad trestle and panted without taking in any air. Sweat collected like dew drops on the patchy, fine stubble that covered his jaw. He peered into the darkness up and down the creek and wondered where Uly had gone.
Leader of the Pack
"She's no smarter than a bug," Frank spat out the words, as if this was something that had been niggling in his throat for a long time. "Food? She'll come. Blanket on a cold night? You got her. But get her to do the simplest dang thing you want? Good luck with that."
I was still quite young the day mother's head, along with a considerable length of neck, bounced down the staircase and into the drawing room where I quietly sat. A moment later, her naked, blood-soaked body stumbled in, groping blindly for the ruby-encrusted amulet that had disappeared from her breast.
A Break in the Clouds
As the sun went down, the temperature dipped below twenty degrees under a light snow, so Denny had the bench all to himself. In fact, he had several benches he could choose from. Like anyone, he knew cold, but cold didn't bother him. When they dealt out the super powers, that's the one he drew, indifference to cold.