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
I missed and it upended, spilling everything onto the floor. Including the business card from Crewcut Douchebag.
As I picked up the card Telrik’s logo stared back at me, the same one I had once proudly and naively worn like a badge. The name read ‘T. Burton.’ The guy was such a pompous tool he thought he only needed an initial instead of a first name. Asshole. I was about to crumple it up and throw it in the toilet when, for some reason, I turned it over.
‘Kelly.’
One word. A name. The only name that mattered. That’s all it took, and I was in. No matter how terrible Telrik was, no matter what kind of betrayal they undoubtedly had planned, no matter what danger I would face, I was going to take that job.
The next day I
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