Sun slanted through the door transom. The muted roar of semis filtered in from the road. The oak bar glowed, satin and fragrant of lemon soap. Glasses twinkled in the sink wash.
The knife clicked shut. Ray swept his hand to collect the cash on the bar and walked out.
Melissa lives in Cleveland, Ohio. She writes for fun, for school, for work, and when she can’t sleep at night. She’s been published in The Zodiac Review and the Cleveland Plain Dealer.
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