Lit Up
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Lit Up

The Last First Hustle

“silhouette photography of street” by Frederico Almeida on Unsplash

Jake Rivers drew on his cigarette and coughed. He didn’t even smoke, but he needed something. He leaned against the brick wall in a niche in the dark alley. A cold mist dampened the air and his mood. The package in the front pocket of his hoodie felt like a tumor dangling from his body, from his soul.

He was hungry. His wife and daughter were probably eating right now, home without him. He wondered what Tracy had scrounged…

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