wilddane

George wiped the sweat from his brow as he fiddled with the pool filter in the backyard, the late afternoon sun beating down on their suburban slice of paradise. Their house backed onto a quiet cul-de

George rummaged through the junk drawer in the kitchen, the one where Carol tossed all the random shit she picked up from her errands. Receipts, rubber bands, a half-empty pack of gum—nothing exciting