Six Sentence Sunday
#sixsunday is a new WIP. There’s no plot–yet, but I can assure you that the story will have some street racing, drug smuggling and sex. I’ll let you know more when I do.
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Amber Torrey crouched behind the counter, anger and fear churning her insides into something hot and dangerous. With fingers curled against the Formica surface, the scattered broken glass became a hazard she forced herself to ignore. Right now, getting a few cuts or splinters seemed the least of her problems.
The gun lay on the counter, its muzzle pointed toward her shoulder. There was no way she could grab it before the man standing on the other side of the marbled Formica could.
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