Broken…

His fading heartbeat

echoed the fragility

of a broken soul.

 

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RWHC#202

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Wrong Side of the Tracks…

 

“Are you sure this is the place?” Maria looked out the driver’s side window at the rundown building.

“It’s where the car told me to go.” Brett jabbed at the GPS screen on the dashboard. “It’s a smart car, it knows where we should be.”

“This just doesn’t–” Maria stopped as she saw three hooded men walking toward them, one of them grabbing something from his waistband. “I think we should go.”

Brett didn’t look up. “This is where we are supposed to be. 128 North… oh, crap. I put in south. Let me just fix–”

“Drive. Now!”

 

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