She crouched like a tiger honing in on its prey. She sniffed and picked up the scent of a slot machine with no name. “That’s the one,” she whispered. She had never been wrong before.
Excerpt from On Fire at Friday Flash Fiction.
She crouched like a tiger honing in on its prey. She sniffed and picked up the scent of a slot machine with no name. “That’s the one,” she whispered. She had never been wrong before.
Excerpt from On Fire at Friday Flash Fiction.
