The Big Bucks
Sometimes I write fiction...
Every man has his limits. Miles hadn’t reached his.
But he was getting close.
A cold winter day. Even colder in the shade.
He was in a parking lot. Inching closer to the wall.
And the man he was backing…
Every man has his limits. Miles hadn’t reached his.
But he was getting close.
A cold winter day. Even colder in the shade.
He was in a parking lot. Inching closer to the wall.
And the man he was backing…
