Here is a snippet from Only the Dead Go Free, a short horror story that is going through final revisions now. Are you ready to be scared?
I pull off the dirt road and swing wide into the driveway a little more than two hours later, no longer burdened by the shackles of sobriety. The car cruises in at an odd angle, and hits the Harley Davidson parked there just hard enough to knock over and onto the brown lawn.
Breathing seems impossible, and my belly aches as if jabbed. The bitter taste of stomach acid replaces the heavenly juniper flavor of the gin I had been guzzling a few minutes before.
That’s Earl’s Harley.