Emily? What the Dickens.
- cdavid508
- Oct 18, 2020
- 1 min read
Emily coughs into her white linen handkerchief. Retracting it from her face she’s both unsurprised and undisappointed to see a mist of blood droplets spread across it.
Her Uber arrives.
“Where to, miss?“
Good question.
Eternity, I guess.
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