A Free Short Story

by C.L. Anderson

T.Nut called it dead time. The time between the planning and the job when they just sat and waited.

This time they waited under a rickety tin awning. A blood-warm wave of rain slammed against the loose metal, wringing all the stink of heat, smog and garbage out of the sky and into the gutters.

Rosey didn’t mind rain. Rain hid you, like the dark did. What she hated was waiting. Especially when it was one of those time T.Nut wouldn’t say what they were waiting for.

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