Futuristic
Memory
“What’ll it be, miss? Sunset? Island vacation?” “Nothing like that. I want to browse the back room.” I can tell I’ve shocked him. “What? A nice girl like you?” I force myself to meet the salesman’s eyes. “I’ve got money. Cash.” I slide the bills across the counter before I can change my mind. The…
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You expect evil to reach out and slap you in the face. Not adjust its reading glasses and peer down at your resume. Roger Harmon looked so ordinary. So respectable in his gray suit and navy tie. If I hadn’t known what he was, hadn’t witnessed firsthand the devastation he’d caused, I never would have…
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