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Jack watched as Willow pulled him another tap beer. Listening to the woman that approached him two hours ago drone on about life, Jack felt the urge to drown his sorrows in copious amounts of alcohol. As the crowd slowly thinned, he realized that his sorrows were the least of his concerns.
Cora sat there, like nothing happened today that made a difference. What she was doing, sneakily, had gone mostly unnoticed. As the crowd thinned again, he saw a chance.
Grabbing the gun in her hand, Jack flattened her nose.
"You're under arrest."
Jack was a city cop.
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.



Comments (3)
Nice twist! Here's my microfiction piece if you've the timeL https://shopping-feedback.today/fiction/the-creature-lurks%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cstyle data-emotion-css="w4qknv-Replies">.css-w4qknv-Replies{display:grid;gap:1.5rem;}
O'Henry's "Twenty Years After"!
Great entry!