Target Practice
Bang! The shot rang out in the corridor filling the air with the scent of black powder and smoke mingled with the tangy aroma of citrus....
Rigged
"You're wastin' your money Mick. Nobody wins these things." "Except for me, babydoll..." Micky took his left hand, stroked it up the side...
The Dance
A lone silhouette stood in the center of the clearing. Poised limbs shone silver in the light of the moon, awaiting the first trill of...
