Slavery Stories

A Duel to the death between an old homeless lady and a serial killer in the swampy wilderness of Flordia. Sometimes it is hard to tell the prey from the hunter. / (Reviews)

Hindsight is 20-20 yet even now I could not explain how I knew. The memory still as fresh as the scent that lingered on my lips and in my mind. Besides me c sat quietly, unconsciously fingering her collar, smiling to herself, still amused no doubt by the security check.. As the plane gathered speed I turned to c, smiled, winked, her eyes shining, she knew what I was thinking, shared my sadness, understood what last night meant to me.