Krystle Vermes

The Beholder

He thought about her sparkling eyes as he pulled up his sweatshirt, revealing the gun on his waist. “You ain’t gon’ hit no alarms, you hear?” he whispered to the man behind the counter. A young couple was browsing the rest of the pawn shop across the room, while an older woman spun a countertop display. The man, who must have been the owner of the shop, was quivering….

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