The thumps coming from the garage were unusual in force and rhythm.
Arlene stopped unpacking the groceries and ventured to the door.
Thump thump thump.
Sam had been playing darts since his twenties. Arlene met him serving him chili fries during a tournament when she was working her way through vet school.
Twenty-two years and an overflowing trophy case late…
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