Lance Kolbe

Boston City Flow

“You’re lying,” she repeated. In response Kolbe reached up to his collar and tugged it down just low enough to reveal a small pink-flesh tattoo below the right collarbone. She seemed frozen in time before their eyes. Then suddenly she came alive again, throwing a right hook and knocking him squarely across the chin. He stumbled in response as everyone else jumped. When Kolbe turned back, his eyes were full of anger. 

            “I wish I had the time to sort things out with you, right now,” Kolbe spat, “particularly how you killed John.”

            “I didn’t kill John.”

            “But we don’t have time for that,” he continued as if he hadn’t heard her, “because we’re all going to end up dead here in a minute unless you do something.”


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s