Julie Flores
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Lil Black Book
Getz ran knowing he could not outrun the reaper’s grasp for long. He ignored his dry throat and throbbing leg, where the bullet lodged. He knew this would be his last night to run, to breathe air, to think. To think. To think of what it took to turn them in. Every one of them. He had what they wanted and witness protection was not coming soon enough. The train station was not that far but he knew it was not close enough. He grasped the key tightly and headed toward the alley behind the bookstore. He could not go in and draw attention to himself knowing he needed to buy just a little more time. Someone would come by and he would do the right thing. He dropped behind the dumpster and noticed a half empty water bottle. Never in life would he have thought to take a drink but in death, nothing matters. The cool water was a godsend and gave him a few more moments of hope.
By Julie Flores5 years ago in Criminal
