August dribbles - 9


Joe sat at the edge of the bench, waiting. Eric hated him. Joe tapped his knees, eyes wrapped in Anna’s gaze. Eric burned to claim her service back. But Trial Judge wore black, condemned him, “Die”; hot blood grown cold, dreams going south, leaving love to Joe and the north.

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