Part 1 — Blood.
It’s red and real messy. — A story in 100 words.
It’s red …and real messy. — A story in 100 words.
“I thought that was yours,” and pointed to the blood running in the gutter.
She took a pull from her cigarette: “Nah, I got out before Les started shooting.”
“Fuckin’ Les,” I mumbled: “We gotta walk this stream back.”
Her eyes got real big: “I don’t think we’re gonna wanna do that.”
“Why’s tha…
