S U N S H I N E

                “I have at least two blades on me all the time.”

               It became impossible for the boy ghost to                suppress the grin that came afloat. Brown                coquettes on the cards— he was sure she                was smiling herself. He could hear it in her                voice.  “Oh, no.” Tate opted out. “That’s one                conversation I’m not having.”  The eternal                youth took the first card from his pile & to the                center between the two on the carpeted floor.                             [ A jack. ]

                      “Your dad already hates seeing me here,                        can’t imagine what he’d do if he found me                        with matches and gasoline and the house                        is gone.”    There was a secret in his eyes.                       A secret only a man knew. A man who had                       found Tate with matches & gasoline in hand.                       His name was Lawrence Harvey.                                         “You’re definitely taking the rap for it.”

❝ Probably for the best, ❞ She muses sardonically, observing his turn with a nod and following it with her own move: a queen.

❝ They probably wouldn’t even give a shit if they thought I did it; I don’t think either of the would even notice. Or may- be they would and it just takes burning the house down to wake them up, ❞