99-word fiction: The Stranger – part VII
The Stranger took shelter in his car, and listened to the rain pound the roof; he could barely hear himself think. For now, the way out was blocked.
She wouldn’t be able to stay there all night, someone had to leave. His only chance was to switch cars.
Out in the street the cops rolled by and he slid lower in his seat. She was bad — the cops were worse. One meant death, and liberation; the other a lifetime behind bars.
I just need to get that money, he thought, just as light spilled from the open bar door.
If you haven’t read the previous stories, you can find them here:
99-word fiction: The Stranger – part VI
99-word fiction: The stranger – part V
99-word fiction: The stranger – part IV | My Words, My World
99-word fiction: The stranger – part III | My Words, My World
99-word fiction: The stranger – part II | My Words, My World
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