The night I blew into Shell Beach was a devilish Monday in May. I was attempting to escape myself again, and I'd been driving for hours. An empty bottle of wine lay on the passenger seat, next to three packs of cigarettes and two pistols. The pistols were intimate gifts from past lovers with an interest in such things. None of them thought I'd need to use it.
My sojourn into Shell Beach was the phase of life where I was running from fame's burdens. Escaping the weight of other people's expectations.
One Shot is a three-chapter, gothic noir, historical fiction that will leave you wanting more.
Adults Only. 18+