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Pegasus by Marilyn Holdsworth @m_holdsworth

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The door to the café slammed behind Buddy. A couple of truckers were seated at rustic wooden tables. At the far end was a counter with rickety stools in front of it and a few shelves behind lined with dusty whiskey bottles scattered among smudgy glasses. He quickly scanned the dingy room. Behind the bar, with her back to him, was the girl, just as he’d imagined her: tight little jeans, tight little T-shirt, and long, frizzy, bleached hair. It didn’t take long for him to see that her old man wasn’t around. Maybe gone for good; who knows? he thought. Who cares? Better for me, either way.

After a couple of beers and a few laughs with Tammy, he’d have to head out in a hurry. He eyed his watch. Already it was dusk, and soon it would be dark; then he’d really have to make up the time if he was going to go for that bonus. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up into Tammy’s vacant brown eyes and suggestive grin. “How you doin’, cowboy? Need anything more?” The invitation was more than Buddy could refuse. He pushed back his chair and followed her to the end of the room, through the back door, and across the yard to a little house in the rear.

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