'I need a hook-up now,' Jo screamed. His mother just sat, holding her gun. Tears long gone, now it was a battle of wills.
She had lured him to the old house where nothing but the buzzards would be disturbed.
‘You leave here either clean, or dead. It's your choice.’
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.