Sunday, July 6, 2014

140Story - Day 39

  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

with cash, using a debit card would only leave a trail I knew for a fact Telrik could follow.  I walked back to the bolt-hole the long way around, stopping every minute or so to scan for a tail.  Either Telrik operatives had completely changed the way they operated, or I had given them the slip.
    The tiny room sat at the top of narrow stairs and looked out over a rooftop.  One set of windows opened onto a fire escape, the other was within reach of a solid brass drain pipe.  I never stayed in places that had only one way out.
    Kelly was sitting on the second-hand couch, the remains of a take-out sandwich on the table in front of him.  He was eating as if the last food he ate was the last meal

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