Letting Life Lead
His body collapsed to the sound of piano music playing from a stereo. Jennai’s crimson pot holder sported a smoking bullet hole. Who’d’ve thought a casserole guise would work?
Jennai propped a typed note on the man’s signature, lapel, single lily tinged with human blood: “Test the paintings.”
...in which I share all the writing. And you will love it, dammit.
Try. Try again.
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