Sunday, October 29, 2017

Traffic

Milk Wood


He put his glasses down. The letter had arrived. He half-expected it to be what it was. He didn't expect it to be that bitter though. What hurt him the most was when she wrote she felt like yelling to the world he was trafficking women into the colony. He was, true, but still... it hurt to see it written down on paper. The lawyer told him she was trouble. But he loved her so much, he didn't have the heart to kill her. He trafficked her to L-028. It cost him a fortune, because they don't like humans there.
(Prompt: PICK TWO: Meter, Bash, Yell, Iridescent, Goon, Opulent, Mango, Traffic)


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