1. Mirka

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    And which exactly had made accomplice of the other, hmh? If it was a contest, she had to figure he’d won, upped the stakes with how she wasn’t terribly often in the breaking-into-rich-fucks’-houses business. But she could fancy it, once in a while, were there deft hands to lend her plausible...
  2. Mirka

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    She watched in disbelief as the stranger first came towards, then steered off to— the door? Body taut, readying to leap off the statue and leg it, if it came to being snitched on. It was always a fifty fifty sort of chances in these things — But no knock, just the click of a false key. Finesse...
  3. Mirka

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    The gulls cawed, the summer sea stank in the wind and the sun was blazing down, white light and hot flame on the paved path that meandered down like a river betwixt colourful buildings. She swaggered on, chin up, sporting the general air of someone who had never belonged anywhere as much as...
  4. Mirka

    Mirka

    from fiddler in a musicians' troupe to an odd-jobber with fortunes to reconfigure
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