All I can see is that flask and that knife. Silver glimmers in the midst of pitch black. A strong, broken man hunched over them like they own him.
I glance quickly at the life twitching on the asphalt and feel my dreams fade to gray beneath him.
Leoni, what are you doing?"Who are you?" The murderer spits out, and I can't turn back, now ( Read more... )

I shiver beneath shreds of cloth, beneath a thin leather jacket and that sad excuse for a black evening dress and I wait. I stand on that corner, my corner, my place of business, and I wait. Tonight's gonna be a slow one, but I won't just let it go that easy. I refuse to be like these other hussies around here. I refuse to just call it a night and ( Read more... )