“send “▶▶️” to get a glimpse at a scene from my muse’s future.”
Cisco was running through a dark alleyway, chasing down a crook who stole a woman’s purse. (Typical, amirite?) He had finally figured out his costume about a week before, and his mask was really digging into his face. He shrugged it off, as he had cornered the thug, and was about to knock him out cold when he heard a loud bang and felt a stinging warmth in his shoulder…
