Yield Drawer 01
The sounds of the birds chirping and the clicking of the hookers boots clattered outside my shabby motel room. I sat on the creaky spring bed, in the musty atmosphere of the room. The sun shone in through the blinds highlighting the air full of dust. I was waiting for someone, someone special in fact. The senator’s wife, who for whatever bizarre reason wanted to meet here of all places. A place where the motel manager would ask you outright if you wanted a trick. When I got the call from her,...