Here are six sentences from a story bubbling around in my head, tentatively titled, Dragonclaw.
2:45 A.M. Fifteen minutes until his shift was
over and Monday, his day off. He hated working the weekend swing shift, but
as it paid more… He had called his
roommate to remind him to pick him up. No answer meant one thing; Steve
had changed his mind about staying in, and had gone out and had hooked up. What
would it be this time; A poser from Rage, something a little rough from The
Mother Lode, some buff, muscle-guy from the gym? Or some random guy he encountered along the
street while crawling from one club to another.