Dilapidated street lamps cast down flickering puddles of light across the cracked pavement. Shadowy alleys cloaked junkees and johns, whores and handshakes. Matte Black Air Force 1s stomped past the corner of 17th Street & Barrington Way, eyes darting from corner to corner scanning for the slightest hint of chaos. Any motion from the darkContinue reading “200 Miles North: a Short Story”
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Read my mind. 