by Patti Pietschmann
She regarded Randy with cold, hostile eyes.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, asshole?”
She snarled it in a slow Southern drawl.
He held up his badge toward her.
“I’m a cop.”
“Yeah, well, I’m Tinkerbell and this is my nightmare. Get out of it now, motherfucker, before I shit fairy dust all over you.”
©2016 by Richard J Pietschmann
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