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It's dark outside the city jail, and Joy is leaning against a tree just across the road, berating herself. Inside, she can see the silhouettes of the convicted pacing back and forth, back and forth. She recognized a few; others, she did not. It didn't matter. Honor among thieves extended to helping out a fellow criminal when you could.
Whilst her mother had been a respectable jail breaker, Joy is not. She is but a lowly gangster, struggling to make her way up the ranks. 'One day,' she thinks to herself as she crushes out her cigarette butt on the sidewalk, only to immediately light another.
The lights all wink out just then...must be ten o'clock. All is quiet for a little while as Joy continues to watch and smoke. Then she hears it. It's barely audible at first, but getting louder as the seconds tick past. Goosebumps raises on Joy's arms as an innocent-sounding giggle slowly turns sinister.
Bubba. |