By Jeffrey R. DeRego
Part Eight
The limousine door opens as I run up the street. We’re barreling out of the city before I get it closed and struggle to catch my breath.
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Part seven
I wake up to harsh fluorescent lights. My right arm is handcuffed to a hospital bed. The soft perpetual bleeping of machinery fills the room. I get … Continue reading→
By Jeffrey R. DeRego
Part six
The kid’s voice quiets a little as I bolt down the street into the heavy weekend traffic of Acushnet Avenue. High school kids cruise up and down … Continue reading→
By Jeffrey R. DeRego
Part Five
The tenements are easy to scale, but I ring the apartment doorbell beneath the intercom instead. They don’t answer immediately. Someone thunders down the steps.
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By Jeffrey R. DeRego
We’re in the men’s room. His tongue tastes like old cigars, cheap whiskey, and garlic. His hands are all over me, but I don’t concentrate on that because he’s … Continue reading→