The Letter L #atozchallenge #noir #fiction

 

I slowly traced the letter “L” in the thick wool carpet. I left her blood stain to help me keep my edge.

“Lily I can’t let go of this. I know you would want me to help”

I felt a tug was it sleep? a drug? pulling me down, down down…

****

A scream erupted the silence

I took off in a sprint into a darkening alley

that sucked me along

Further and further I ran

There’s a wall no way up, no way around.

Then I saw it an old rusty hinged door.

Blocked

A dame screamed

blood splattered onto the backdrop of the fog

 the door slowly opened

 it was more like a portal to…

The bleeding woman was gone

                                                          the place seemed familiar

precariously

I hung on a ladder

no top and no bottom

just endless rungs.

I could taste the sepia tinged air

the haze burned my eyes

another scream reverberated in the ladder’s metal.

I knew this was not Newcago

it seemed wherever I go

someone needs help

I looked down,

considering.

I pulled my makeshift mask

taught against my face

“Climb I must”

***

Happy Tuesday. If you are visiting from the A to Z Challenge, I took the easy way out and took one of my two posts for Tuesday. I’m writing about elderly issues for most of the challenge.

 

NewCago is a noir, metropolitan area that is plagued with a string of  bad guys and a deadly disease without a cure. (these stories written in 2013.) Sam (a private detective) seems to be the only one who can stay alive long enough to protect the citizens. How long can his luck last???

No Place For Clowns #flashfiction #Newcago #clowns

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“You need to get out-of-town, Jelly. This latest turn is going to make NewCago unsafe for even clowns.”

Jelly Bean and I had grown up together. He followed me into the dark corners of the city. He did most of my night-time surveillance.

“But what about you, Sam?”

“Lily is keeping me safe for now. ”

***

“I thought you had left.” With little dignity, I sobbed.

“You found something didn’t you, Jell?” I could tell by the unnatural angle of his legs.

And here was yet another code to decipher…

I’ll start with the listening devices in his clown shoes.

***

Another week of  Friday Fictioneers is in full tilt. Our hostess is the inspirational Rochelle and our photo prompt credit goes to  John Nelson.

This is another 100 word offering being added to a  growing series of stories set in the dark metropolitan city of NewCago. There are many loose (shoe) strings and  unanswered questions about this metropolitan society that is sinking into the mire. Sam seems to be the only one to keep the bad doings at bay but how much longer???

The Message Behind the Dress #flashfiction #newcago

window-dressing-janet-webb (2)It had been a glorious, humm dinger  of a  day in NewCago.

We celebrated  a holiday (the key players long forgotten) of a well-known street battle that had raged years ago.

The gangs remembered  and agreed to keep the streets safe for one day.

The parade-route litter of popcorn bags and soda cups was a welcome relief.

On my walk home I saw it swinging in the lazy breeze of the tenement’s rusty fire escape.

Lily’s  white glad rags were dripping with  blood-red.

It was a signal; it had to be. But who was the message from?

” Lily what does this mean, Baby?”

Another week of Friday Fictioneers is in full swingggg. Our hostess is the inspirational Rochelle and our photo prompt credit goes to  Janet Webb.

This is another 100 word offering being added to a  growing series of stories set in the dark metropolitan city of NewCago. There are many loose strings, unanswered questions about this metropolitan society that is sinking into the mire. Sam seems to be the only one to keep the bad doings at bay but how much longer???

Week 10 in Newcago Serial No Dial Tone

Week 9 in Newcago serial Gathering Bodies

Week 8 in Newcago serial No place to hide

Week 7 in Newcago serial They were Pink

Week 6 In Newcago Serial You poison filled wasps

Week 5 in Newcago Serial The Doom Cycle

Week 4 in Newcago Serial Helpless

Week 3 in Newcago Serial When the Lights Go On

week 2 in Newcago Serial  Can’t Kill The Thirst

Week 1 in Newcago Serial Secret Weapon

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