The Last Mercy
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
I sat on the steel cot and stared at the three other people in with me: the chick and two dudes.
Jimmy drove too fast for my liking, but under the circumstances, I didn’t argue even if we didn’t use headlights.
“I hate to bother you, but I have something important to ask,” said the new waitress, setting down my plate of scrambled eggs.
I didn’t kill him.