Saturday, November 17, 2012

17. A Bloody Trail

Pixel Dreams

She saw the man’s body sink slowly in the dark waters. Still woozy from the blow, the other one sat upright. She held the gun to his head. “Row.”  They had to cross to the other side of the river. “Don’t kill me…” She shook her head, but she knew she couldn’t leave any traces.

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