Jul 16, 2016
“Ay, ya wanker. Jump in, we’re gonna go shoppin’.”
The fakeness of his accent redefined the limits of atrociousness.
@jamcscook
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“Ay, ya wanker. Jump in, we’re gonna go shoppin’.”
The fakeness of his accent redefined the limits of atrociousness.
@jamcscook
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Lost in a city on the break of dusk, when the sky commenced its grandiose transformation into the crystal-clear imagery, giving way to sheerness of the stars and a crescent moon. She could feel the wind's pace accelerating, forcing her blouse's soft fabric close against her body's curvy frame. Desperate glances wandered up and down the empty street, looking around with the forsaken hope on the sighting of another human's presence. The street she'd been told to find clues of the mystery man's unknown whereabouts. Over her shoulder and straight ahead again. Lincoln Grosse. Swallowing down the bitterness, the sickening flavor gathering on the back of her eloquent tongue.
Lincoln Grosse, where were you...
"Find him, Ida. Find him and secure the fucking deal." The last words in harsh tune, whose echo kept resounding in the hollow of her mind. Ryan, who never seemed to bother taking the load of securing precious business deals himself. Sending her, so he would push the blame on a blonde head and usually oh-so golden heart.
She forced a sigh, loud and ridding her lungs of all present oxygen, used by moments of rigorous stillness. Somewhere in the distance a stray's hiss sounded, startled her for a brief moment worth of heightened heart frequency. And that's when she saw it. The trivial detail, which may just well pull her out of luring dangers' waters. Long strides carried her forward, over to the other side of a dimly lit street, where the distinct silhouette of a man lingered on in his position behind the steering wheel. Another deep breath, split seconds before index and middle finger tapped against the car's window. One, two ---
“Excuse me? Sorry could you help me with something?"
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