Tom’s life with mom is dull till he finds a pack of pantyhose
“Hey!” Tom’s sneakers crunched on the asphalt as he galloped down towards the retreating figure. “Hey, wait! You dropped this!” For an old lady, she sure could move, he thought, feet pounding against the pavement. Her grey curls were wild, bobbing gently while she made her way out of the parking lot. “Jeez, stop already!” He shouted. “You dropped something!” On the sidewalk, she stopped, and turned. Tom skidded to a halt, arrested in the heterochromatic gaze burning gently under her grey curls. “Yes?” She asked, her voice inflected by an accent the college track star couldn’t place. “Sorry,” he … Read more