Linguistic Erosion

Contributor: Jeanelle Nicole Driver - - She played the foil yet again, a damsel in distress, but in reality a capable villain. Of course the poor sap sitting across from her didn’t know it yet. His minutes were numbered. His gang was the last obstacle between her and this city. “Take it or leave it,” he said throwing a wad of crumpled bills on the table. Her blue eyes narrowed and she made no motion to pocket the cash. “I’m not going to play your games, Zane. You can’t buy my silence,” she said. She blew a delicate smoke ring after taking a puff from her cigarette. “You’ve played me for the fool for the last time.” Zane reached for the money but drew his hand back before his fingers brushed the worn, damp edges. “It’s not hush money, Babe, think of it as a retainer.” “Oh please, you’re...

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