On the way home from work last night, I got the urge to write something, probably a short story, incorporating song lyrics. Haven’t done it yet, this may be a back burner or a never happens thing, possibly just a bad idea. But, there it is.
“How did the thief get in?”
“She came in through the bathroom window. We found footprints.”
“We have a witness, a Sheena Morrison.”
“What do we know about her?”
“Twenty-seven, lives with her grandmother. And she’s a punk rocker, by night.”