Horizon

The Oracle lives on Horizon Street. At least that’s what another crook told Dunce and Ed. There was easy money to be had with a minimum of work. All that would be needed were a few threats and a bit of arm-twisting.
The Oracle lived in a dark room at the end of a dead-end alley. She had no intentions of falling for strong-arm methods and giving out money.
This story is the product of an assignment given to the writers of the First Saturday Writers of the Eastern Shore.