Benny at the Bus Stop with the Gun

Posted: December 31, 2013 in Reblogged

Another great story by Jessica P. West! 🙂


Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Characters within are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Brittle wind slashed through a long, dark trench coat that Guy Pearce had long outgrown. Hell of a night to be out. Why Benny had chosen a bus stop, at three am, to meet was beyond him. The streetlight above his head flickered in time with each chilly gust.

    Guy pulled a pack of smokes from his front pocket. Fumbled with stiff fingers to light one. He turned his back to the wind, hunched over closer to the line of shrubs behind the icy concrete bench. Saw a pair of red high heeled feet poking out beneath the foliage. Lit his smoke and straightened.

    He ran a hand through his greasy, thinning black hair, a nervous habit that he’d never rid himself of. Jesus Christ. Of…

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