The Murderous Wind
Our first story of the weekend comes from Pattie Parker. Thanks, Pattie!
The wind gusts outside as the guard paces by the prisoner’s cell, smirking with anticipation. 2 more hours….
and counting she thinks, running as fast as possible.
The envelope lies on the corner, trampled. Unknown to the 5 o’clock traffic, it’s contents are his freedom. Little does she know, it’s no longer in her purse.
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