Tiny peck on the dome, seismic butt wiggle. Skitter, swing, release.
Lucky persimmon shot like hot lava down the slick alley.
Her shriek shrill over the clatter of pins.
â€œYeah, Trixie baby.” Damn, he loved his wifeâ€™s strike.
He was up.
A true story in 52 words for the Shapeshifting 13 over at Grammar Ghoul Press.