Consequences

He raised the glasses onto the top of his head; he liked the way they looked when they were embedded in his thick dark hair.

“Fantastic. Let me know. Yeah, a good day’s work. Cheers.”

Putting the phone on the dashboard, he gunned the engine and looked at himself one last time in the rear-view mirror. Pulling the designer shades back down over his eyes, he smiled at his reflection and said, “Thanks for the tip, Harry,” and drove off.

 

ENDS

 





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