Wow, it’s already August. I’ve been busy- but not on here and I’ll try to work on that.
I did a writing blitz last weekend and wrote a 13K short story. This one I wrote backwards! And It was one of the 3 shorts I meant to finish during NANO.
I missed the Are you Hook contest, but did do the Secondary Character one.
But here is a new hook:
Freeman Cooper knew that something was about to go down. And he didn’t like it. The street was too quiet.
He checked to see Nan’s position. Still leaning into the car, trying to pick up a jon. The dimly lit street had several abandoned buildings. 1411 was the only one that interested him.
9:42.
Cooke was twelve minutes late for the drop. If the intel was correct, seven pounds of heroine should have been already been delivered. The hairs on the back of his neck rose.
Whistling low, he signaled Nan and she sauntered over to him.
“Hey, baby, you want a date?” She draped her long brown arms around his neck.
Playing along, he wrapped his right arm around her narrow waist. He bent down and nuzzled her neck. “I think we’ve been made.”
She threw her head back seductively. “Impossible. I’ve worked with Cooke before, he knows better then to screw me.”
He stared into her eyes. The corner of his mouth tilted. “No pun intended? I’m telling you, we need to pull back.”
Nan pulled his face towards, stopping an inch before their lips met. “In your dreams. Give Cooke a few more minutes.” Drawing back her arm, she slapped him hard across the face. “I don’t work for free,” she hollered and switched off back to her corner.
Free shook his head. Nan was the biggest ball buster in their squad, and the best person to have with you in a fight.
A gold Impala turned on to the street. This must be it. Here we go.
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