He lifted it over his head. Eyes wild and blank, he lashed out at Geoffrey, striking his old friend high on the cheekbone.
They would scream or she would scream. It didnt jibe with his self-image as a Serious Writer who was only churning out these shitty romances in order to subsidize his (flourish of trumpets, please! He got out of his well-kept Chevrolet Bel Air, holding part of the Camaros bumper in one hand and its steering wheel in the other. There was sensory input, but he was not doing anything with it — not seeing what he was seeing, not hearing what he was hearing.
Once upon a time it would have been filled with crushed butts; now it held nothing more hazardous to his health than paper-clips and a typewriter eraser. She can go to see Charl.
It had been when Annie had gone away that first time, leaving him with no pills. "For a moment, in his anger and dopey befuddlement, he had lost sight of the hazy, frightening concept inherent in that phrase pre-op shot.