“The rain is so heavy I can barely see the cop car. Red and blue lights dance across the parking lot, like diseased ghosts, so I know they are out there. Fat cops in government-issue windcheaters, clutching pump-action shotguns worth more than my life insurance policy, are likely out there right now.”
Back in October, my story Gusher appeared at the Flash Fiction Offensive. Always a pleasure to end up in the Gutter!
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