(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.)
Glossary at end.
Now I’m an ace five-notches hit man, and Johnnie Pickles, a two-bit like-kind, has me in his view finder. I got no druthers. I gotta go after him.
I two-step it up the three-floor but the Heinz 57 Man ain’t on the top rung. Nothin’ here but a single-lane pedestriway and wall-to-wall air. I binoc it over the hold-back and see Johnnie’s takin’ the big sleep on the hard stuff below.
I fig I trigged his eternal chill and that’ll count for six on my handle ’til a sky-divin’ potted lily transplants itself on Rip van Winkle’s chest. Then I eye-spy the studded high tops toe-to-heel against my scuffies.
THE GATIONARY of Sammy Speak
binoc: v. to look. hard stuff: n. concrete pad, sidewalk. Heinz 57 Man: n. Johnnie Pickles.
hold-back: n. railing. scuffies: n. well-worn shoes. single-lane pedestriway: n. walkway.
takin’ the big sleep: v. has met his maker. three-floor: n. height of staircase, building.
trig: v. to trigger, cause. two-bit like-kind: n. small-time wannabe hit man.
wall-to-wall air: n. open-air observation deck.
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(Photo by Lora Mitchell. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, Friday Fictioneers, March 15, 2013.)