Burning |
She sits alone at the bar. She used to make fun of the women who came to bars alone, called them cougars, wondered how pathetic their lives were. Now she was one of them. This...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 08:41:00 GMT |
The Woods |
It's dark in the woods. Thick clouds keep the moon from betraying her hiding spot. Her heart beats loudly in her chest, her breath coming in rapid, wheezing gasps. She doesn't think ...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 08:23:00 GMT |
the hit part 11 |
A shot rang out, and I was vaguely surprised that I would have time to hear the shot before it killed me. A look of shocked surprise transformed Maxwells face and I came to the realiz...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Aug 2006 10:03:00 GMT |
The Hit....part 10 |
I awoke face down in a rank and greasy puddle on a concrete floor. My wrists were tightly secured behind my back, a plastic zip strap digging painful furrows into my wrists. Every p...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jun 2006 21:22:00 GMT |
The Hit...part 9 |
I sat in my car without turning the ignition key. I had been sitting there for 20 minutes staring at the slim manilla file that lay on the passenger seat beside me. I was stunned! I ...
Posted by on Sun, 21 May 2006 20:57:00 GMT |
The HIt part 8 |
I was exhausted the next morning as i boarded a train to Washington. Sleep had only come late and then fitfully after Alex left. When I did sleep, I was disturbed by dark images I couldn't...
Posted by on Sun, 07 May 2006 13:47:00 GMT |
the hit....part 7 |
I decided that it was ridiculous to keep pretending to be asleep. I slowly slid my hand over the gun I had placed next to me under the sheet, trying to make the movement seem like the normal shi...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 09:59:00 GMT |
the hit part 6 |
New York was as New york is...Noisy, fast and fluid. Everything moves in New York. And it moves at breakneck speed...except the traffic. As usuall, It took far longer to get from JFK...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Mar 2006 20:26:00 GMT |
The Hit part 5 |
It took nearly three hours to make my way through that neighborhood. Short bursts of movement interupted by long periods in hiding, waiting for the patrol cars to move out of range and for the P...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 08:43:00 GMT |
The Hit part 4 |
I made my way back out of the building, keeping a wary eye out for other cops searching for me. I needed a moment to take stock of the situation and looked for an out of the way spot to re...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Feb 2006 10:13:00 GMT |
