She walked into the room like spring came early. The kind of broad that makes men weak in the wallet. This gumshoe saw trouble. But he wasn’t the type to turn his back on trouble. Especially when it had blonde hair and a pout that said, “I need your help Dick, he’s after me and I don’t know where else to go…”
sam plays his spade and his maltesers
January 9th, 2007|Fiction|
About the Author: saaleha
I am a writer and photographer (look up my work on www.shootcake.com) based in Johannesburg, South Africa. I have an MA in Creative Writing from the university currently known as Rhodes. My writing accolades include winning the 2014 Writivism Short Story Prize and the 2020 Ingrid Jonker Poetry Prize for my debut collection, Zikr.
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