Kickbacks

Heather Randolph stubbed out her Camel unfiltered, tossed back the last of the Johnny Walker Black straight from the bottle, then grabbed her tattered faux leather purse before heading to the door. As she closed the beaten oak monstrosity behind her, she patted her bag to check for the reassuring bulk of her mother-of-pearl handled six shooter. ''Today is gonna be a good day,'' she muttered as she strode down the grey-green hallway.

Heather Randolph stood across the street in the shadows watching people in the phosphorous glow of the street lamps walk in and out the seedy motel. She rummaged in her bag for a moment, closed her hand around the soft pack of Camel unfiltered, and dragged the smokes out. She pulled a bent butt from the crumpled package, stuck it between her lips, raised her lighter then stopped...

The Kiss

Her verde eyes glistened as tears rolled down her cheeks

She smelled his sweat mingling with hers

She felt his heart beating with hers