(Author’s note: I am finally back at home after a week and a half with family, and traveling on the Empire Builder. Next set of challenges are coming, and I’m working quite hard on bringing them forward. Otherwise, onto today’s fictioneers!)
by Miles H. Rost
With an audible crack, his ankle released pressure.
A long drive behind him, and another forthcoming, Harvey knew he couldn’t continue with it.
Running from one city to another, collecting the markers and contracts from Las Vegas bookies, it was not the life he promised for his wife, Celestine.
He looked up at the ceiling in his hotel room, wondering where he went wrong. Realizing the futility, he picked up the receiver.
He dialed. And waited for the beep.
“Starlight, I’m on my way. Called in my markers. I’m done.”
He walked out, slips of paper peeking from the wastebasket.