Next time, She was going to blast all six of Jan's arms off. It wasn't that Vega had felt bad about the first two, but he wasn't a total jackass...most of the time. Now, at the edge of the galaxy she was reconsidering her mercy.
Vega had travelled half the galaxy to get to this shithole...and she wasn't exactly sure why. She felt antsy, but her neuro-meters were all level. No warnings, no alarms. Neither her op nor aud receptors were sensing any danger. It was just a shithole bar at a sleazy hotel at the edge of the universe.
Damn it. Sorry Kids, but I am exhausted. I can't think of where this is going. I'm going to bed.
What We Found in the Divorce: Part V — Time
9 years ago
and in that short bit, I wanted more. Thanks for posting.
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ReplyDeleteI can't even type a comment. You are WAY too nice to me. Thanks :)
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