Hanging On The Line

Feb 01, 2022, 08:00 PM

“Yeah…” Frank pulled away from me to lean back. His smile disappeared into contemplation. His personality disappeared into silence.
I didn’t like seeing him somewhat unsettled. Not only was it less attractive but the shit was killing my mood. “Frank, come on.” I grabbed a hold of my glass of gin. “We’ll both move on once all this ends.” I forced a chuckle. “We’ll make money at some point.”
Frank scoffed. “But why not now, Anna.”


Written By: Rhonnie Fordham- https://bit.ly/32MrEeg 



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