Just a short little not-from-real-life-but-could-be conversation a friend and I might have, given the chance.

"The glass breaks, hear it shatter?/The shards fall, drop and scatter..."

Again, death. Again, a creative writing assignment. Short, also, but I think it's good. Two men are going home from Las Vegas, winners, by their so-called "lucky" deck of cards.

Death. Drowning, actually. Um...kiddies, dun't drown if you read this fic. oO Anyway, it's what I did for my creative writing class when forsed to focus on a fishing lure. ...Yeah. Better than it sounds (at least I hope so. oO).