T. R. Gibbs
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"Reading well is the most important lesson you'll ever learn." It's a mandate instilled in me from birth by my mother. In my mind, a great reader has to read great writing. My mission is to foster great readers.
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A loud rumbling, like an approaching thunderstorm, woke Tyrone from a fitful sleep. Sirens and gunfire prevented him from getting some needed Z’s. He should have been used to it. Crime was not unusual, but the past three days had seen more activity. Again, the rumbling. “Garbage day,” he muttered. He needed to get moving before the garbage collectors arrived. He peered into the alley. Nobody. He lifted the heavy metal cover above his head, and propped it with a stick. The rusting hinges of the lid creaked slightly. To him, it was a bull horn. He threw out a small parcel and followed it landing on the concrete with a soft thud. Crouching beside the dumpster, he paused, listening intently. His eyes darted left, right, then up, checking the alley and rooftops.
By T. R. Gibbs5 years ago in Fiction
