Tool’s face was marked by a port-wine-stain birthmark, which left a chip on his shoulder.
His temperament with reality was thinning like his hair.
To draw attention away from his face, he wore loud clothes — crushed red velvet pants, blue suede shoes, and silk shirts were unbuttoned to expose the hair on his chest.
In a fit of rage, he stole my library card, checked out two dozen rare and expensive books, and hid them beneath his bed.
“No one steals a library card!” the librarian shook, filled with skepticism.
About the Creator
Arlo Hennings
Author 2 non-fiction books, music publisher, expat, father, cultural ambassador, PhD, MFA (Creative Writing), B.A.
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Comments (2)
Thanks Alex!! Greatly appreciated!!
Good story!