A Chuck Wending – RANDOM SONG TITLE STORY CHALLENGE
This popped up on my dash: Grounds for Divorce, by Elbow
“Dogs bark. Money talks.” The bartender leans over, and winks at me… I nod at the shelves with the rum. He pours me a drink. And a second one too, for himself. Cocky jackass. I blow the smoke of my cigarito straight into that slick stony mug of his. Not flinching, eh? Not one muscle moving.
He’s not the only die-hard in here… The moment holds its breath ‘n turns blue.
Continue reading “Grounds for Divorce”
Okay! Don’t look now… but I just busted the lock on 388.
Yeah, yeah. Don’t be so shocked!
As if you never slipped! – With a bolt cutter. On a lock.
I mean, come on… We’re on the same side here, aren’t we? We’re havin’ a little fun! You ’n me… Little snoopin’ round, little snuffin’ out. It’s what I do for livin’. No, I’m a part-time jacker. I know it’s not so reputable, but I ain’t a reputable man. So don’t bother.
Continue reading “frequency”
She calls it saving good daylight. I call it too damn early. I’m not much more than sleepwalking, holding onto my hot coffee in a paper cup. I told the waiter, it should be able to wake dead. With a grin he made it extra strong. He even gave me an extra cookie, so I tipped him fine too.
Sugar and caffeine… The most wonderful things in the morning. Sugar, caffeine and Mona.
I curse myself for promising, to get out of bed this early. What was I thinking? I don’t have to.
Continue reading “too regular pebbles”
“Kiddo. You need luck! Without it, you don´t even start.”
The old man looks friendly. His wallet lies on the ground, near his seat. He’s already finished his coffee and his pie, rumbles on about something in the newspapers. There isn’t even one he could be lookin’ at. Anyway. He stares at me. He talks to me. What the hell?!
And me? Lookin’ busy. Studying my books sprawled over the tiny coffeeshop table. Old man, why you keep looking at me? I’m not interested in social contact… Except for that wallet. Yes, that wallet… I’ll keep that in mind.
Continue reading “What’s under Lady Luck’s skirt?”
Movie prompt: Knocking on heaven´s door / Cowboy Bebop Movie
Quote: “I love that kind of woman, who can kick my ass ” – Spike Spiegel
“Trick or treat! Trick or treat!” The kid screams and dances around me. I’m no maypole. “Trick or treat. Trick or treat!” Stay calm! This is a nice neighborhood, no one suspects a thing. Smile. SMILE! “Trick or treat, trick or-“
„Shut up kid! It’s not even Halloween and I’ve got no candy!” It isn’t impressed… Before this starts over again, this should be more fun.
Let’s see: „If you don’t shut up, I’ll bake you cookies with razors in it and force-feed you some!” I whisper with my sweetest voice and flash a big friendly smile. The child gasps in shock, eyes wide with terror.
“…Mommy?!” It runs back to the front yard, and looks pretty scared. “Moohoommiiiiiiiiii!” Ugh, I hate kids… Continue reading “spank the monkey”
Those missing fingers are not holding him back from pulling the trigger, nor has the demon on his chest stopped laughing.
He wrote a crime novel, but failed to notice, that she was acting it out diligently.