A Reconciliation of Sorts

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Liad eased out of her Camaro’s driver seat knowing Trent wasn’t going to shoot her. He still needed her. Their eyes met like swords. She kept her hands over her head, mouth set in a smirk. There was no fear in Liad’s eyes and Trent saw it.

He took a few steps closer, keeping his elbows locked and gun draw. The others stayed near their vehicles blocking the way out. Not that Liad was considering running. Playing the…

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Writes literary fiction with a speculative bent. A parent of teens. Accidental house flipper. Friend of cats and dogs. Kindness matters. ND Bi (she/they)

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J Dawson

J Dawson

Writes literary fiction with a speculative bent. A parent of teens. Accidental house flipper. Friend of cats and dogs. Kindness matters. ND Bi (she/they)