I had to wash up before heading out, scrubbing my hands and face before they got dirty again. On reflex, I wiped soap over the red scar above my lip, but that didn’t do anything.
By Cole Christie5 years ago in Fiction
Before I knew it, the time already came. Bull was leaning against the flagpole, cracking his knuckles with a smile. Darn, I didn’t come up with a plan, I thought.
