Will Harris
Will Harris
William Taylor Harrisis an American professional baseball pitcher for the Houston Astros of Major League Baseball. He previously played for the Arizona Diamondbacks and Colorado Rockies...
today slumps snapping
I gave myself a mental shake. Snapping out of a slump, that was what today was all about.
mind comment humans
It's a sad comment on humans that none of them are tolerable to one who can read their minds
classic said direct
Why don't they just take him out?" I asked. I'm not politically minded, as I guess you can tell. Mr. Cataliades was smiling at me. "So direct, so classic," he said. "So American.
looks matter cry
I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.
gold silver
Silver, gold - I don't discriminate! I like sparkly things.
phones eric littles
I am here," Eric said. "And I am here." I was a little amused at Eric's phone answering technique. "Sookie, my little bullet-sucker," he said, sounding fond and warm. "Eric, my big bullshitter.
eye dwelling caves
His eyes were still like caves with ghosts dwelling in their depths.
baptists fluffy worried
The fundamentalists were equally stymied. “We were worried about Adam and Steve,” a Baptist minister said. “Should we have been more worried about Rover and Fluffy?
suits-you might enough
You might have been paid back enough to suit you" I said, "but I don't know if you've been paid back enough to suit me.
baby eric would-be
Eric,” she said, “maybe someday one of the waitresses will get pregnant, and we can go to a baby shower!” “That would be something to see,” said Eric
doors hands house
Okay," I said. "I'd hoped to avoid this, but... Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house." Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric grinned at him triumphantly. "Eric," I said, and his smile faded. "I rescind your invitation into my house." And backward he went, out my door and off my porch. The door slammed shut behind (or maybe in front of?) them.
moving thinking hands
Bill said, "She is mine." I wondered if my hands would move. They would. I raised both of them, making an unmistakable one-fingered gesture. Eric laughed, and Bill said "Sookie!" in shocked admonishment. "I think that Sookie is telling us she belongs to herself," Eric said softly.
love-you doubt care
No matter what happens in public—no matter what—don’t doubt that I love you and care about your welfare . . . as much as I am able.
masters zen-master fangs
What are you, Zen Master Fang?