It was a riot like any other: cops, hippies, tear gas, mayhem.
I saw her a little too late.
The uniform, dichotomous dimples, mesmerizing green-gray eyes—
electric with hate as she drew a bead, grinned, and squeezed the trig…
Peace Out
It was a riot like any other: cops, hippies, tear gas, mayhem.
I saw her a little too late.
The uniform, dichotomous dimples, mesmerizing green-gray eyes—
electric with hate as she drew a bead, grinned, and squeezed the trig…
