What can YOU say in six sentences?
The storm lashed tree branches and grim reminders against the only pane of glass left in the decrepit house that kept his bad form in my glad vision, yet just out of reach; my angers in check. "Check Mate," I whispered in steely return to the jaunty jut of Brazill's jugular as that palooka whistled his happy polka tune the night he cold bloodedly buried Harry and topped the grave situation with that gaudy hussy he'd passed off for years as a louse of a spouse.
Yes, oh yes, always fear the one who knows where the bodies are buried, the one who watched your jaded climb to noirish fame, killing off hard boiled colleagues when their pen scratched all the right itches the crime critics were gunning their 44's for. Hey meteoric metaphor man, this tune's for you ~ can you hear the music play?
It was easier than pay dirt collecting for the thrill of the kill of the Brazill hit, releasing Dean's song from the iPod app in Harry's hip pocket -- I just knew he'd lean in to listen -- it was Dino after all.
© 2011, Author Absolutely*Kate
for the re-grin of Godfather Rob
on the shadowy side of the streets of 6-City