Bootleggers and Tip Lines
If you’re distributing illegal moonshine in New York City, you might want to make sure that you’re treating your wife well.
They said prohibition would reduce corruption, impact crime. Johnny proved them wrong. It was corn, sugar, and yesterday’s potatoes. Common items, everyone had them. Sarah couldn’t take a bath without smelling like the juniper he used to make it drinkable.
She opened the window, looking out on the rickety fire escape. Scattering corn across the sill she waited, silently, so the pigeons would come to be fed.
Johnny would be making his last pickup now.
Sarah smiled at the pretty speckled one, feeling the bruise across her cheek tighten.
He wouldn’t need the corn anymore, and she wanted a bath.
About the Creator
Alexa A.
Started my journey in the PNW, stops in Chicago, Melbourne, and now Cleveland. I work with the public, and in my free time I hide from the public. Still spend more time reading than writing, which I hope that you do too. Happy exploring!

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