I know I know, all that about posting my fiftieth post and I haven't posted so much as a whisper since. I'll come back and tell you all about what I've been doing with myself perhaps tomorrow or later today. For now though, here's a little something I wrote up while I was listening to the rain.
She stared across the table at the man.
"You're late."
The man shrugged, signaled for a drink.
"Talk," He said.
As she outlined her terms, one hand slowly crept up the man's leg. She leaned forward, enhancing his view. His eyes suddenly widened, then he slumped.
She was long gone before they found the knife
Happy dreaming! And if you're up like me, get some sleep. :D
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at least you stay true to form.
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