(Click for Sammy, the Gat, catch-up)
“We both know you ain’t gonna snuff me, Belinda,” I say to the bird holdin’ the loaded party favor. “So ditch the widow-maker and gift me the skinny.”
I see the frost melt on her windowpane as she shutters her baby blues, opens her stasher and drops in the banger.
“Big this time, Sammy. Across the pond.”
Right away I’m bristlin’ stop signs. I got my limits, and fifty long ones outside-a town is as far as I mogate.
“Ain’t gonna happen, Belinda.”
“NatSec.” She gives me the wise eye as her syllables boogie onto my dance card.
Belinda Beauvais, a fed?
Sammy, the Gat, a fed?
The noose around my food tube boa-constricts.
(Photo by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, Friday Fictioneers, November 09, 2012.)
I like how you worked in the icy window. 🙂
Wasn’t it nice of Rochelle to provide such an apropos prompt? Liked your “Way It Spozed to Be” –successful depiction of a dreary future.
This just cracks me up. Looks like Sammy the Gat needs to do some back peddling. Great dialogue, VB. And your characters are habit forming.
Many thanks for the great prompt and the fine compliment, Rochelle. (And I really like “your characters are habit forming”)–you have a powerful story in your “The Ice Queen”.
You’ve come up with a real winner with these hard-boiled scenarios. You should seriously use this talent to create some longer works. Roin
Many thanks, Ron–really liked your “The Ice Storm”–great surprise ending.
Had to read over a few times because, even though I live in Hell’s Kitchen and hear a lot of ethnic hip talk and ebonic slang, I don’t know anyone who speaks like your characters and found it difficult to follow… BUT that’s just me.
Sammy’s got his own style which is more a combination of ’30s and ’40s gangster slang, jive, and personal invention than ethnic hip and ebonics (that’s not to say he doesn’t use any of those terms as well). Enjoyed your “Ice Storm”.
absolutely loved it…. A Fed….. he’s outgunned for sure!
So far, Sammy the Gat, has kept his fire power under wraps–we’ll see what’s to come. Enjoy following your Zeds.
I loved the way your syllables boogie onto my dance card. Great continuation and solid characterization.
Many thanks, Doug! And I’m still chuckling over your “Doug and the Golden Turd.” Some imaginations!
Once again, you made me giggle over my breakfast–and that’s a good thing. Looking forward to more of Sammy!
Here’s mine: http://unexpectedpaths.com/friday-fictioneers/cold-reason/
He’s planning on sticking around for a while–if Belinda doesn’t ventilate him by accident.
Love the dialogue, though slightly challenging.. But what the heck, 100 words I can re-read a few times. Love it 🙂
Many thanks for the comment. Hopefully, Sammy’s gab is colorful enough to survive the challenge.
Sammy’s heading across the pond? Should we be worried? Not sure we’d know what to do with him. 🙂
He comes with a two-part dictionary: British, for him; Sammy, for you. And, don’t worry, his profession aside, he likes people.
I wish I could write dialogue like you! Your characters are so colourful and lively.
The noose around my food tube boa-constricts….ha..i like…cool dialogue..
This is one of my favorite pic prompts. Loving the different responses. Great job.
I had to read it several times before I got it. (I think I’ve got most of it.) Thanks for the link to the previous parts. I’ve never heard many of the slang expressions you use! My favorite section: “Right away I’m bristlin’ stop signs. I got my limits, and fifty long ones outside-a town is as far as I mogate.” Did you make up “mogate” ? Hope I get to read more about Sammy and Belinda. You do a great job of communicating character through dialog.
You do this kind of thing so well… Nice work.