Monthly Archives: January 2012

The Bag I’ve got stacks of cash inside me. Stacks of cash and a gun and a mask. The gun was in me before but it has fewer bullets now. It’s lighter. The gun was taken out of me and a … Continue reading →

The old man put his hands on me, pushed up out of his seat and leaned over towards the two younger men. They were sitting on chairs about a metre away. The room looked bare but for the three men, … Continue reading →