Fiction

Circle of Shame

A Traitor’s Tale

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Karla stared at Jeff McCoy sitting on the couch, charming her mother. Something about him made her body tingle. He was clean, smelling like Dial soap and aftershave, instead of the usual hay and shit and sweat.

He stood up, his muscles rippling as he clasped Judy’s hand. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Long, I’ll take good care of your daughter and have her home…

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Writer and freelance fiction editor. Find me curled up w/ a blanket of metaphors or at www.tracystengel.com. You can buy me ☕️ at https://ko-fi.com/tracystengel

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Tracy Stengel

Tracy Stengel

Writer and freelance fiction editor. Find me curled up w/ a blanket of metaphors or at www.tracystengel.com. You can buy me ☕️ at https://ko-fi.com/tracystengel

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