Love Is A Fucking River

Love Is A Fucking River

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, Mar 26, 201625m
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Horror
In Brooklyn, a taxi driver in the midst of a breakup has a nasty brush with death... A short story from my soon to be rereleased collection in the Bone Street Rumba universe, SALSA NOCTURNA. You can cop SALSA NOCTURNA here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KKDAI3K
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All of the men holding up the serial killer somehow manage to shove him into a police car. They lock the door behind him and Barrett lets out a sigh of relief. The police have got it covered from here. He takes his hand out of his pocket, letting go of his gun and zips up his jacket. With that, he turns and quietly makes his way out of the crowd of people. Everyone pretty much ignores him, still trying to get a look at what's going on in their usually still neighborhood. The streets get darker and darker the farther Barrett walks away from the police lights. Every other street in this town is still fast asleep, with no idea of what could have happened just a block away from them. But it had been prevented. All thanks to him. Barrett finally comes upon his car, and slips inside. It's already way warmer than the outside air, so he lets out a small sigh of relief. This mission is over and done with. Now onto the next psychopath.

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