The Sunday Whirl

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The stone clock’s tick matched my heartbeat as I began to dress for our “date”. The day almost finished and sunset was starting to darken the sky. The lacy strings of my dress were an invitation, yes, but there was a limit to my adventure.

Hoping my prey was going to spill a confession, I put my police badge in a secret drawer. All trails had led to this perpetrator and I hoped I could close the gate on his crimes tonight. “Joe, can you hear me? You’ll be ready to move in, right? I don’t plan on ending up like those other women”, she said, fingering her gun.

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