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October 8, 2017

Desperate Flip

by Criss Davis

Marvin stopped the car and fished his hands around for the gold coin.
A local ranger casually walked up. “Looks like you cant watch him all the time.”
Don’t get angry. It’s just bait, they will be watching.
They walk in conversation to the pier.
“I heard you’re mamma raised you better then this.”
“Uh huh.”
“Of course my mamma raised us to know right from wrong and wasn’t raising a pack of heathens.”
Enough was enough. One flip for the day only. Fine.
My bothers fine, sitting in his car in his parking spot.
Death appeared. “NEXT TIME”

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