We were given an “upgraded” room, number 1701, near the tip of the iceberg, the hotel’s zenith. (Welcome Mr. Ambassador.) One can only imagine which of Dante’s seven levels of Hell each of the sixteen floors below must’ve been.
His finger itched for action involuntarily, but this was more than a coyote scare. That was the pitch of Rose Spencer sinking into his pores, and she was no stranger to gunpowder and shrewd aim.
Prompt: Crime, A Beast, A Golf Club, “It’s your fault.”, The story takes place two-hundred years from now, Francisco Sowles, 40 Years Old, Extremely Tall, Pale, Bald, Shy Eyes, Slim Build, Boring Personality, Grew Up Amish, 900 Words It was a dark and stormy night… ok, not really. It was night, but about as boring … Continue reading Live Stream Hanging