Sure Shot 8
continued from Sure Shot 7
He stood up, went to the door, and dragged the body inside. “Unless you’re some sick psycho serial killer, you should NEVER leave a business card.” He could still hear these words twenty three years after they were spoken. “I was taught well.”
“They’re taking the flanks. Weak bastards can’t even rush one man head on. What’s the world coming to?” He looked back at what was supposed to be his fort, as if sorry he wasted all that time and energy, and started to head out the door.
He exited, took a sharp left, and started to crawl forward. He was soon face-to-face with beautiful white sands, a couple of cabanas, and a gentleman and his scantily-clad lady friend. “Speaking of business cards…” It was a brochure for St. Barts villa rentals.
He looked around where he was. “Talk about rubbing it in.”
to be continued...
He stood up, went to the door, and dragged the body inside. “Unless you’re some sick psycho serial killer, you should NEVER leave a business card.” He could still hear these words twenty three years after they were spoken. “I was taught well.”
“They’re taking the flanks. Weak bastards can’t even rush one man head on. What’s the world coming to?” He looked back at what was supposed to be his fort, as if sorry he wasted all that time and energy, and started to head out the door.
He exited, took a sharp left, and started to crawl forward. He was soon face-to-face with beautiful white sands, a couple of cabanas, and a gentleman and his scantily-clad lady friend. “Speaking of business cards…” It was a brochure for St. Barts villa rentals.
He looked around where he was. “Talk about rubbing it in.”
to be continued...
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