Flash Noir - A piece of Flash fiction
My trusty automatic gives a satisfying clack as I let the slide slap forward. Another forty-five caliber slug sitting at the base of the barrel. Poised there. Ready to bring forth the reaper on the next thug who dared cross me.
I slip the locked and loaded piece into its holster under my armpit. Shrugging my shoulders to get the rig to settle just right.
I grab my grey fedora as I make for the door. With a twist of the battered brass knob, I open my apartment to the dim hallway.
"I don't know who you are," I whisper. "But, death is looking for you tonight."
© 2012 KWCaudle
Just another guy who likes to write
Last edited by KWCaudle; 07-12-2012 at 04:34 PM..