I was in gangland, a terrifying quagmire of narrow streets, pretend beggars, and sinister characters lurking at every corner.
The bag I was carrying had enough dope in it to get me killed, and I was scared, more so than at any time in my miserable life of pusher.
They appeared from nowhere, three big thugs with hand guns: I was done, and as I was about to hand over my bag, expecting my end was nigh, I saw them.
They were two of them, in T-shirts and shorts, in any other circumstances I would have said: a sexy pair, but the submachine guns they carried were for real.
“Hands up everyone, nice and calm!” the girls said, adding unnecessarily: “Policia Federales” – I sighed, feeling secure at last.
Lol I loved this! I hope it was meant to be a little quirky because that’s how I read it!
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ohhh.. that was a good twist
Tina from The Sunny Side of Life
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Cool, I was right there with you.
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Good one!!
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