Sorry! ;)

I slid out of the doorway and pulled off the towel before I walked out the kitchen door to the backyard.
I stayed there, bits of beard tickling under my t-shirt. I stayed till Mia called that she was leaving. Would she even come back?
As the sun set, the sky darkening, I had no answer. #wipsnips

I didn’t need this. I pounded up the stairs to get dressed and grab my purse. Arne and I were going to get a treat today and grab a burger somewhere instead of eating at home.
I sent my mother a message.
Bruce was insulting, Arne and I are spending the evening out.
She didn’t answer.
#wipsnips

. I was known here, even if I wasn’t the most popular player in Toronto. But I was local, and people kept tabs. The last thing I wanted was questions about my hand and why I’d punched Alek.
#wipsnips

“We can’t take a picture of Mr. Johnson without his permission.” I warned.
Arne turned his big blue eyes to Justin, and I could see the resistance crumble. “It’s okay.”
“But only the cast, not his face.”
Arne frowned, but agreed with a long-suffering sigh.
#wipsnips

My dog rolled in a freshly dead skunk. That was mine.

She sat at the bar. Steeling myself, I drew a beer for the guy on the corner, then had to face her. I had no idea what she wanted, but she wasn’t here to drink, and she wasn’t here to make my life better. She’d hated me through high school, and just kept right on after.

#wipsnips

Nice.
Nicenicencenicenice.
Rachel had had nice up to her eye teeth. The next time anyone mentioned how nice she was she was going to scream. Or swear. Or punch.
#wipsnips

“He wouldn’t say why you guys haven’t been in touch since high school.”
I sat back on my chair, fidgeting with the drumsticks in my hand. It was a tell. I stared up at the ceiling, noticing cobwebs on the light.
“We had a fight. It was ugly. Can we work with what he will talk about?” #wipsnips

This year, she wasn’t going to wear a skirt the way her mother always had, and her grandmother, and probably her ancestors for fifty generations or more. No one wore a skirt on Saturday except for the seniors who, admittedly, made up the core of the bazaar crowd. #wipsnips

"What are you doing? If you got here before us, why didn't you just go on inside?"
Troy looked at Michelle. She shrugged. "I didn't want to be the first."
Royd frowned. "I don't know what it is with you two. She's not a monster."
Michelle and Talia exchanged glances.
#wipsnips

Royd finally broke the spell. His hand slid slowly down her arm, leaving goosebumps in its track, and he tugged her closer. She didn’t resist. His eyes were pulling her in as much as his hand, and now she was standing in front of him, a fraction of an inch separating them. #wipsnips

Best I've got.

On one side, a gas fireplace and on the other, a kitchen, not huge but big enough.
There was a broom leaning in one corner, a roll of packing tape left on the kitchen countertop.
“Nice place.” She said, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Let’s check it out.”
#wipsnips

“Cooper refused a costume. He wore a suit and said he was Christian Bale in American Psycho. So our goalie before Petey, Marcus, poured red punch all over him, to look like blood. I thought Coop would strangle him, but we were at a kid’s hospital, and the kids all roared with laughter.”
#wipsnips

You read it?

Best I could do - at least it's from a Halloween short story.

“I can’t wear that. There are children at the event. This could scare them.”
He didn’t respond, merely shrugged. People behind me began to murmur.
“It’s for a charity thing. I need a clown costume that’s not that.”

#wipsnips

I tend to give secondary characters so much back story that they all need their own stories.

Got your hard hat ready?
Was he serious? Would she need a hard hat?
I have no idea if you're serious. Will I really need a hat?
The answer came back almost immediately.
I won't start you on the hard hat level. Sure you want to do this?
Absolutely. I was born to saw or hammer or whatever. #wipsnips

If only Bruce had kept his job. Maybe Erik and I could have made something of our marriage. Maybe I could have become a doctor, with the additional money that would provide.
While I was at it, why not wish Mom had never got sick? Or that we’d won the lottery?
#wipsnips