All Those Windows, All Those Doors

Slappy watched Romeo drive off down the road in the piece-of-shit farmer pick-up truck that belonged to the motel. The dust from the road floated up into the air in the trucks wake and hung there like dirty cigarette smoke. Standing at the edge of the road by himself with a peeved expression, he looked every bit the bored teenage boy he was. He sighed heavily, jammed his hands in his pockets and turned back to the driveway where the three big mutts that also belonged to the motel stood watching him.