The man handed him his I.D. as protocol for a withdrawal.
“This doesn’t look like you…”
“Moustache.” The man responded calmly.
Morgan scrutinized the photo then noticed the peculiar name.
“L? What kind of name is L? It sounds like a character or something.”
L. slowly placed both hands on the counter then said,
“If I wanted people to know, why would I of changed it?”
Giving him the money, the letter of the man’s name reappeared written in a blue ink across the lines of notebook he secretly flipped through two mornings ago in her bed while she showered. (sb)
June 5, 2008...11:13 pm
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