At Rope’s End

by

Diana Trees

Smashwords Edition

© Diana Trees 2010

dianatrees@gmail.com

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At Rope’s End

Monique stared anxiously at the dirty, white tavern across the street. It had no windows; no Miller neon lights; no flags; only a blood-red sign, gleaming against the night. “Rope’s End” the sign proclaimed in dark, arterial letters.

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