Tag Archives: 31/01/2010

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Mission Bar

Shelly stared through the mist at the red neon in front of her, not quite ready to concede that this was it. She’d got used to things not making sense down here but this was getting way beyond weird.

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The Project

Lita turned the corner onto Mission Street. One hand clutched the lapels of her trench coat closed – her useless attempt to block out the wind.

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The Sons of Martha

Martha watched as the news crew from WSAZ parked their van and exited. A prickle of excitement and a little pinch of anxiety made her heart beat faster.