After Hours By Barry Basden

The Katy Did closed and we followed two girls in a red Chevy, flirting at stoplights until we scared them home.

A man in a bathrobe stepped into the yard. “You boys go on now. There’s nothing here for you.”

I moved toward him and his hand lifted. When I saw the gun, I forgot everything else.

Barry Basden lives in the Texas hill country with Bean, his little rescue terrier. He reads a lot and occasionally writes.