.22 Cents — Episode Two
A flash of brown and chrome sliced through the air as Ray’s pistol crashed into the side of the man’s head. The man reeled and stumbled but his frail frame held upright. Crimson streamed from a fresh gash on his forehead.
.22 Cents – Episode One
“GIMME ALL YER FUCKIN’ MONEY!” he screamed, thrusting the weapon into Ray’s stricken face. Ray recoiled. A scarlet fury raged in his temples.
Sick Day
He hunkered down in his chair, the folds of his chin multiplying and releasing a foul odor that I could only guess was the rancid culmination of a few days' worth of sweat and old food debris. Recoiling a little myself, I asked him again, “Where’s Tony’s money, Bobby?”