Laney Miles cursed mildly as she stepped off the curb into a pile of slush. At least she hadn’t fallen, she thought. Right before she fell.
“Damn it all to hell!” Laney exclaimed, trying to gain enough traction on the icy, muddy street to stand up. Adding insult to injury a passing car splashed an arc of slivered ice onto her lap.
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A wonderful, punchy piece…rather like it!
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It was supposed to be a draft! Doggone it. Oh well, I’ll call it scene 1, take 1.
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Straight off the pen tends to work OK I believe
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