Rewarding Richard: Part One
- Hamlin
- Jul 10
- 5 min read
The kitchen reeked of burnt coffee and resentment, both simmering long past their expiration. Bonny hovered just around the corner, her feet cold on the linoleum, the familiar weight of her breasts exaggerated by the thick, misshapen thrift-store sweater she refused to take off in the house. It was almost midnight, the only light seeping in through a hard rectangle of moon against the window, and she was supposed to be in her room "thinking about her future." Instead, she was doing what she did best. Spying, lurking, taking grim satisfaction in other people’s problems.
