Jerry Tulak
Stories (2/0)
The Night Owl
The broken white line in the middle of the road was moving past me fast and was starting to blur. It’s such a repeating pattern, it’s hard to look away, so I can’t stop staring at it even though it’s making me tired. Moving past trees fast. My headlights are hitting the trees and not the road, and that’s just irritating. Gotta fix that, but right now I gotta drive faster. Gotta get there before I fall asleep. Right now fighting heavy eyelids.
By Jerry Tulak2 years ago in Fiction
Larry
I know how much Robert likes privacy when we sleep, so I usually don’t say anything when he shuts the bedroom door, but it’s a really dark night and the kids might be scared. I can’t hear them as well with the door shut. I should just get up quietly so I don’t wake him, and open the door...
By Jerry Tulak3 years ago in Criminal