I'm writing a story 140 words at a time and posting the results here
daily. Can I sustain interest? Will I lose the narrative thread? Find
out in this next installment of Bullets Ain't Cheap
wiping and moving bottles around.
I tapped my empty glass on the bar. “You think there’s another round left in that fifty?”
Later, glad I decided to wear flats, I climbed the stairs to my apartment. Which was also my office. I had a separate office six months ago but my finances dictated I choose between the two. My office had the faster internet connection, but my apartment had a working shower, so there really was no choice. I’ll take clean hair over cat videos any day of the week.
Weaving slightly I got undressed, already feeling the fuzz of a hangover developing on my tongue. Not for the first time I thought that maybe, just maybe, if I cut out drinking I might have enough money for other things.
I tried to drop my handbag on the dresser, but
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