Six Sentence Sunday
Feb. 20th, 2011 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdFrom an untitled, unfinished cyberpunk piece:
A flick of his wrists brought out the twin knives he’d had implanted in his knuckles. He held them to the manager’s throat. “Listen, asshole. You honor the contract, or I will rearrange your ugly face into something even less pretty. My girls are damn good and every fucker in five states has tried to screw them out of the money they earn. Now, do we have a deal, or do I have to get really unpleasant?”
A flick of his wrists brought out the twin knives he’d had implanted in his knuckles. He held them to the manager’s throat. “Listen, asshole. You honor the contract, or I will rearrange your ugly face into something even less pretty. My girls are damn good and every fucker in five states has tried to screw them out of the money they earn. Now, do we have a deal, or do I have to get really unpleasant?”
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Date: 2011-02-22 04:35 pm (UTC)