Dog Pile The old man sat facing the fire. He didn’t even glance at the ever-growing pile of money. Fool. Three years of planning, three years of scrapping together a team which could steal this much money. Trustworthy guys, the sort which could steal twenty million and not take a dime until they were safe.Continue reading “Flash Friday #13”
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Michael Frutig 