A light rain was falling- identity theft
fiction
edward w pritchard
A light rain was falling when Wren lost his identity. It was not just something that happened to him but something he orchestrated carefully. Wren drove up to Youngstown and hired a thug to steal his identity.
Starting over had proven elusive at best and trying to make a clean sweep of things Wren paid 600 dollars to have himself erased and he lost his identity like a moth losing the accumulated materials of the last two years growth and development.
Driving his old car back toward home, Wren felt a joy of lightness that he wouldn't have to make the car payment or the on-line auto insurance minimum coverage premium for now and decided to drive the car anyway until he determined his next step.
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