October 2011
109 posts
Hook
Stan leaned against the dingy wall of a convenience store, thumbs tucked into his belt. He heard footsteps across the parking lot. One hand tugged nervously at his nightstick. Stan relaxed; it was only Ed. “Evenin’ Ed.”
“Mhm.”
“Dull night.”
“Mhm.”
“Hot, too”
“Yeah.”
Stan wiped his bronze deputy badge and scowled....
