She never would have known if Brad had just emptied his pockets before throwing his jeans on the laundry room floor. But he hadn't; he never did. So, Molly was in the habit of checking the pockets before putting his pants in the washer. She always found something. Change, usually---but sometimes his car keys, the access card to his office, credit card receipts, and, once, a check for five hundred dollars that his aunt had given them as an engagement present.
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I think the contest is nearing 2000 entries---and there's still a day and a half left before it ends! It's been fun reading other people's paragraphs.
I also submitted the first 250 words of FRUIT OF THE POISONOUS TREE in the October Secret Agent Contest on Miss Snark's First Victim's blog. I am looking forward to getting some critiques on the revamped opening.
And, last but not least, I have another short story that's going to go out today for submission.