One Lousy Break

        You know the vibe deep in your bones. It's late at night, too late for anything good to happen. Rain is falling slow and steady, like a heart on life support. Tired and bleary eyes stare out the windshield at the empty drowned streets of 3am, hoping against hope to catch sight of a lone figure in a black dress hovering beneath an awning, perhaps smoking a cigarette. Waiting, always waiting, hoping against hope for one lousy break in a too-long night stuck between perdition and damnation.

David Cohea
They Lived by Night
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