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I wiped my
own puffy eyes then looked into her kind and knowing ones.

"There
will be other buyers," she said, "You just wait and see."

We exchanged
hugs and agreed that I would call her in the morning as I stepped out into the
cool night air. After fumbling around for my keys, I turned over the engine
and waited for the car to warm.

Pathetically,
I double-checked my phone on the crazy off chance that I'd missed a text
message or call, and got my answer. I turned on the radio, heard a note and a
half of a sad song, and turned it back off with a sigh.

As I placed
the car in gear, I felt a sudden twinge of cold steel press against the base of
my skull.

"Don't
say a word," he said, "Just drive, you little cunt."

m. kay moran
is an advertising copywriter in Washington State. This is her first published
story. If you enjoyed reading it, be sure to check out the recently released
Plaything
II,
the second installment of this three
part series. Reviews and other feedback always appreciated.
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