The Hunt for Higgs’ Bos’n: VII, for #smalltales

I fed Lucy enough of a line that she left with her bullet in the barrel. The dame couldn’t have ended Cold but I wasn’t taking that risk with me.

But god-damn all that stress nearly sobered me up. I’d have to take a drive to the cliffs to air out my head.

I parked in the usual spot overlooking the bluff. The wipers were stuck on but they wouldn’t clear my brain.

The bay was an oily slick shot through with the bloodstain of a setting sun but I could see it on the horizon. A storm was coming.

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The Hunt for Higgs’ Bos’n: VII, for #smalltales

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