Blue Ridge Fiction

Standing at the north end of west Main Street, he stared down the street towards Southern Charm, one of Blue Ridge's premier eating establishments. It was a hot balmy night in the little Georgia town, sweat poured off of Harry like rain cascading off a rooftop. As he looked down the street he saw his target, a thin figure of a man in khaki pants and black tee shirt emerged from Southern Charm and headed for his Mercedes. Seeing Ben Stellar's car outside the restaurant, Harry decided to wait down the street from the eatery until Ben came out. It was time, Harry had to act fast. ( To be continued)


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