DIRTBAGS

 
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"Where you headed, Miss Rhonda?" Big Jack asked as she opened the door to the parking lot. 

"I'm off to get myself in position," she said.

"Well best of luck to you," he said.

"I don't need luck," she smiled, wiping dry her eyes. "Luck don't matter when you got position."

From Dirtbags by Eryk Pruitt

 

Max Sheridan

Nicosia, Cyprus

I’m a writer of pulp fiction and the director of Write CY, a community creative writing platform in Nicosia, Cyprus. I also do copywriting, proofreading and translating at Storyline Creatives, a boutique writing consultancy with a focus on storytelling.