Her Chicken Scratch / Short Stories

A little bit of R & C

“Simple.” She said. “I want to move simple.”

He nodded. “Simple and cheap.” He replied.

She nodded. Looking down at her hands. Hands that have seen the very best – the very worst of people. “Price doesn’t have any weight here. Just simple.”

“Only the necessities, then?”

“Yes, only the necessities… my rum and cigarets.”

Written by Alecia Writes