A Spare in the Trunk: Part I
He looked at the car trunk, his companion through countless beer runs. only now seemed more like the casket of an unloved relative. he gave the trunk a quick rap with the flashlight; something moved inside and he almost dropped it.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part II
How had a kobold gone from being a stowaway in his trunk to sleeping in his bed overnight? if it weren't for the fact that his shoulder still hurt from yesterday, he might have convinced himself he was still asleep.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part IV
Jack drummed his fingers on the cardboard. The intoxicating smell of pepperoni and sausage made his mouth water. However, there was one problem. “Lys? Come here please," he said in an inquisitive tenor. The kobold poked her head out from under the...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part VII
#7 of a spare in the trunk the course of true love never ran smooth. not everything you lean about your lover will be pleasant, they have bad habits and bad tempers. jack held the kiss a moment longer.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part VI
Jack squinted at the crumpled box with one eye. The other refused to be open at this hour and the dim light didn't help. He would have loved nothing more than to sleep all night with Lys in his arms. Yet, there were certain forces in this world even...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XI
“i didn’t find ‘it’, i found her…in my trunk.” “you found your girlfriend in your trunk?” she laughed. “this just gets better all the time; did you tie her up and kidnap her?”
A Spare in the Trunk: Part IX
She'd been living these last two weeks like she was still in the back of that damn trunk, waiting to be dumped on the side of the road.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part X
#10 of a spare in the trunk jack spends the evening with his best friend and comes completely unglued.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XIV
#14 of a spare in the trunk jack remembers the packages in the car. lys gets something she's been wanting. life continues to change. the needle tapped up and down in a rhythm that jack remembered from his childhood.
A Spare in the Trunk: Coffee Break
Jack zipped up his coat around his sweater. The gray, wet world outside was a far cry from the sunny day he’d missed yesterday. If he were going to call in sick he should have done it then. The tiniest knife cut into his toe with each step he took. An...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XVII
Running water and clattering dishes echoed from the kitchen, broken up by the occasional laugh. Cheap wooden half-walls boxed in the booths, but gave no real privacy. Safe and conservative tans wallpaper accented the equally boring brown seats. The...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XIX
Jack opened the door, the early evening air forced its way in on a breeze, carrying the smell of autumn with it. He found himself beset by a vampire, an animatronic bear, and a nervous looking Spongebob with mom and dad heading up the rear, providing...