Today is the “O” for A to Z challenge. This week I am stepping into the writer’s circle and writing a week long serial set in the metropolis of NewCago. Its a bit of noir, crime and even some fiction. Though this is a serial, I do understand some of you will be dropping by via A to Z so you can read each day as stand alone microfiction.
The NewCago series – “Missed” , Never
I looked at my watch – 5 pm time for the cops to crawl into hiding.
I inhale Courage every night before 6. It’s my dead lover’s not mine.
A long blood curdling scream bites into the last flicker of day and night begins.
Decency’s doors are closed and it’s just me and the bad guys.
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After banging around in the trashbin of Newcago, I needed a drink. I salivated at the thought of a tall one and a cheese steak.
As soon as I entered Tony’s, I noticed the dame – she was a looker. I couldn’t get a read on the guy beneath the brim.
“Yeah, the regular,” I nodded as I slumped on a stool. Sally and I go back to days when drinks came from the spigot behind the barn.
I couldn’t help but hear dollface gagging. I rushed to stop her fall; too late the white stuff was bubbling from her mouth, her eyes glazed over.
Something, besides the guy under the shadowy brim, was missin- the large sparkler around her wrist.
“Baby, Newcago is not for the likes of you. These gangsters are old school, girls are cheap…”
I bent over and looked in her vacant eyes. “Didn’t no one tell ya, the playing is for keeps!!!”
I slammed the gin and tonic down. Sal failed to muster a smile.
“Watch your back, Sam.” She whispered in the grey light before dawn.
There’s so much to enjoy about the A to Z Challenge in April – many people to meet and many fine posts to enjoy.
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penned in moon dust 