By Jonathan Wilkins Élodie met him in a faded restaurant in a small, rainy town Saint-Mars-la-Brière on the main line between Tours and Paris. There were mirrors on the walls all around the room. Over his shoulder she could see herself reflected a dozen times; it made her blink. She wasn’t sure which face wasContinue reading “The Paris Express”
Category Archives: Noir
Dirty Blog 6
By Dick Johnson I was at work at the hardware store today, when the Parole Officer showed up. He’s been showing up more often lately. I wonder if he knows something. He’s a dick, but I can’t really complain because he gives me a lot of leeway. He wanted me to piss in a cupContinue reading “Dirty Blog 6”
Tracked
by Rena Robinett AIRPORT I – KALI I was sitting in the United concourse at San Francisco airport sucking Cappuccino foam off a spoon when I spotted him. This was my third time tracking him out of SFO, using a TSA security badge from an old friend. He came out of Terminal Three, walking fastContinue reading “Tracked”
Asylum
By John Mahoney Simon Childe blinked, uncertain of where that blinding white light had come from. It was dark in the cell, of course, the sun hours set; the rectangular light above his head could not be turned off, so he’d used peanut butter to glue the lids of Styrofoam trays to it. Years ofContinue reading “Asylum”
The Dirty Blog 3
By Dick Johnson (This is number 3 in a series. You can find the others here.) That $400 wasn’t much, and I feel bad for cracking my boss like I did. At least that was until he complained about my being late. I’m seriously tired of him. I might destroy something in the storeContinue reading “The Dirty Blog 3”
The Dirty Blog 2
By Dick Johnson I waited for my boss to leave the hardware store with the night deposit. I never imagined how excited I would be to kick his ass. I honestly could not wait. All day long, I thought about it and giggled. I wore a mask and I walked with a limp. I saidContinue reading “The Dirty Blog 2”
The Dirty Blog 1
By Dick Johnson When I got out of prison, I tried to go straight. I really tried. I had spent my time locked up preparing for the right kind of life when I got out, but I just can’t do it. I got a job at a hardware store, and I paid my bills, justContinue reading “The Dirty Blog 1”