#FiveSentenceFiction: Secure

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 … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Secure