Literature
Cynical smiles.
A loud stifled grunt came from underneath a nearby car. She blinked in disbelief. It wasnt there the day before.
She walked over and knelt by the car, and another grunt sounded from under. She cautiously peered into the shadow
A bloody hand shot out from under the car and took hold of her wrist and she yelped. It was a mans hand, strong and aggressive; it wouldnt let go. She yanked and jerked her arms in all sorts of uncomfortable angles, but he just wouldnt let go.
She gave one final tug, and yanked the man out from under the car instead of out of his grasp. He was lying backwards on an old skateboard, a