Hard Labor part 3a: The Specialist

Ellen sat on the floor. Her back was against the wall, one hand in the pocket of her zipped up hoodie, the other holding a styrofoam cup of coffee. She felt restless, and took another nervous sip, letting the strong burn of whiskey go down like hot ice. She coughed just once from the unpleasant […]

Hard Labor part 3a: The Specialist