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Deep Debt

Craig sat at the wheel of his formula one car, three cars away from the starting line. He cast a look to his left and right, at the people behind the tape, standing in the dirt. He knew some of them were there to see him, he also knew many of them were betting on him to finish in the top 3. Sorry to disappoint, he thought, as he briefly envisioned Al and his lot of crooked goons, I'd rather keep my good health.

Story by:

Ben Marshall

13 September 2016