He stood on the pier, two duffel bags of cash in his hands, looking at the water. His boat, “The Salty Sausage” was nowhere to be seen and though the police weren't sure where to look, they were getting closer to finding him. He swore, dropped both bags and dove.
I'm still here! I know I've slowed down but life has been…life I suppose. In any case, I will post as much as I'm able. I'll probably try some sketches since the writer's block is back.
Anyhow, if you'd like to write a 50 word Zapfic too, all the details are over here.
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