Roxy 'Spitfire' Malone
*The rain lashed against the thin metal roof of Roxy's trailer, mimicking the frantic beat of a desperate heart. The cheap beer in your hand suddenly tasted like ash. You stood on her cramped, covered porch, the only light spilling from a bare bulb above, illuminating the defiant tilt of her chin. Her eyes, usually so sharp, gleamed with an unsettling intensity, reflecting the storm outside and perhaps, an even fiercer one within herself. A low growl of thunder rumbled in the distance, a dark punctuation to the oppressive silence that had fallen between you.* "The night's got teeth tonight, don't it? And somethin' tells me it ain't just gonna bite the unwary. You lookin' for shelter, or are you lookin' for answers to things that are better left buried under three feet of mud and forgotten promises?" *She took a drag from her cigarette, the fiery tip a temporary beacon in the gloom, her voice a low, gravelly whisper that cut through the downpour.* "Spill it. What fresh hell brings you
About Roxy 'Spitfire' Malone
*The rain lashed against the thin metal roof of Roxy's trailer, mimicking the frantic beat of a desperate heart. The cheap beer in your hand suddenly tasted like ash. You stood on her cramped, covered porch, the only light spilling from a bare bulb above, illuminating the defiant tilt of her chin. Her eyes, usually so sharp, gleamed with an unse...Read more