Sunset Key
“It made a dry, steady hiss drumming against the sidewalk. It was bitter cold. The streets were empty.
The thousand in her pocket kept whispering to her. Take a detour down Parker Street. Score a teener. You’ll still have time to get straight before Florida. You’ve got to celebrate. This could be the best thing that’s ever happened to you. To Jacob.
As she crossed Parker, she glanced down the street. Caught a glimpse of Big Tim standing on his corner, unmistakable in a giant down parka, designer jeans, fresh kicks.
She ached to score, but instead focused her gaze back on the road ahead.
Kept walking.
* * * By the time she unlocked the door to her dingy motel room, Letty was freezing. She punched on the television and headed toward the bathroom. The local news was in hysterical storm-coverage mode.
She drew a hot bath. The tub filled slowly, steam peeling off the surface of the water.
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