Jeremy

"I just finished a seven chapter book that I wrote on the computer," he said smiling, "and the last chapter is a cliffhanger."
"That's great news, and this way you can do a sequel." I said. He smiled and held out his fist to bump mine.
"Ernest Hemingway always ended his day's work in a spot where he new what was going to happen next, so he could pick up where he left off." I told him.
"Ernest Hemingway," Jeremy said smiling.
He was wearing red and black shirt, and black slacks, with red and black sneakers. He sat down to greet Lily and she licked his face and glasses. He laughed.
"What a greeting!" I said. As he pet her I saw a dozen white lines on his tan arms, scars.