Monday, June 11, 2012

491. These are a few of my favourite things

"But it's your most favourite thing in the world, " she said.
Her tone was something between frustration and sarcasm.
She stood in the doorway with one hand on the frame and the other holding a cigarette that lazily sputtered smoke toward the ceiling.
He picked up the offending item and threw it against the wall as hard as he could, dashing it into a hundred pieces.