A short story

A thin smile cracked his face as the slight figure came into view. Hood pulled down low, shoulders hunched, a small bag clutched to her chest. He watched as she hurried from lamppost to lamppost. Her downward gaze broken only by intermittent glances behind her.

Typical, he thought. They’re always…

Melinda Heyer

Writing to slay the static in my head, and help others do the same.

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