I tried my hand at crime fiction and Shotgun Honey picked up this flash fiction story.
“Johnny wasn’t a deep thinker. But he burned hot; bright and reckless. He’d slam on the brakes going seventy, slide through a corner and scream my name so loud I could feel his voice ricochet around my ribs. The few nights he didn’t spend with me, he spent at the track, or in one of Callum’s card rooms. He was hooked on that moment before the clock started, or the cards were called.”
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