By Christopher Perry
You can’t hide a meth house in the winter.
47 Poplam is the only home on the block without snow on the roof and the shutters are stained yellow from the chemicals in the ‘lab’.
They try their best to hide and the local sheriffs look away. But I know what’s going on in there.
I’m a customer. At least I was until last week.
You don’t play me like a fool. I’ll show the fuckers they messed with the wrong dirty cop. Come tomorrow, no more lookin’ the other way.
You can’t hide a meth house from a meth head.
I really like this. Distinctive voice. Good economical writing. No snow on the roof.
Thanks, John. Really appreciate it!
Great first line and the story lives up to it. Good one.
You concealed the fact that the narrator was also a user and a cop till the very end. I like that. Good technique…gives the story more punch!