The reign of the rain – a flash fiction piece.

She watched the pavement slide by when she should have obviously been paying attention to the road. It was gone midnight and the only people out were too pissed to even find their car keys. Rain bounced off of the windshield like cups of water thrown down a marathon runner. The gun lay on the passenger seat. Each time she negotiated a corner she carefully placed her hand over it to stop it sliding on the cream leather. She had one more job before she could go home.






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