The bed was firm.
The pillows were soft and she was tired.
All the comforts of a five star hotel were at her beck and call.
It had been weeks
since she had enjoyed a decent night’s sleep and she was hopeful tonight would
be the first of many. The incident at
the bank was the cause of it all. If
only the teller hadn’t tried to play hero, she would be enjoying her ill-gotten
gains instead of trying to erase the image of the young woman crumpling to the
floor with a bloom of red blossoming across her chest.
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