“I didn’t order a ride” he says, opening the door.
“I’m so sorry,” I reply as I aim the hot pink revolver emblazoned with the “CrimeShares” logo at his head, “but my student loans aren’t going to pay for themselves.”
Gig Economy (Two Sentence Horror Stories) © 10/01/2020
From the collection Steer into the Skid
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