RE: A Cold Day South of the Border (A Freewrite Short Story)
Gallons of blood spilt from shredded, spurting arteries.
How graphic can a writer get! The story played out like a film before my eyes. I keep wondering if Joe will succeed this time or the hunter will turn out to be the prey. We'll see. Cheers!
RE: A Cold Day South of the Border (A Freewrite Short Story)