Writing exercise. – I lost enough that I don’t feel too bad about killing people. The government turned me into a trained killer, and I made a career of being able to take a man down from just under two thousand meters. The military owned me and my trigger finger for fifteen years. When I …
“I can get you over here.” He stepped around the lady in front of him to the second register and stopped short. This guy was cute. The thought startled William enough that it took a moment for him to remember his order. “How ya doing today?” Pretty blue eyes smiled at him. They were the …