Treasure
Void
"Yeah... but they won't be your cookies," RJ mumbled, eyes still glued to the screen.
Norville lay flat on his back on the floor, eyes closed, his foot on a pillow. Earbuds were firmly planted in his ears and the cord led to the CD player by his head. He was now allowed to hobble around on the foot (officially) but he still kept it up a lot.
Norville lay flat on his back on the floor, eyes closed, his foot on a pillow. Earbuds were firmly planted in his ears and the cord led to the CD player by his head. He was now allowed to hobble around on the foot (officially) but he still kept it up a lot.