What can YOU say in six sentences?
Flythe sprinted through the echo of his roar, the burlap sack on his head flapping like a sail, Theo and Laura breaking right and upstairs and Burke breaking left with Flythe bearing down.
Along a short hallway and into a kitchen skinned of countertops and doors, cabinet frames bare grey in the bonelight, his breathing in his head like the pumping of a great steam engine and a monster's sweaty breath on the back of his neck. A sharp left and onto the subflooring where berber would have been and it was a master bedroom, wide with a tray ceiling above and beer cans about and a blanket wadded in the corner and no outlet.
"I saw you walking around here yesterday," Flythe stopped in the doorway and leaned against the frame and took in the room like a john perusing the lobby of a brothel.
Burke shook, but he stared straight into the buttons on the sack and did not blink, "He's my brother."