Tag Archives: hit man

“Shades of ‘Sammy'”

Posted on January 17, 2014 by vb guenther

(Over at dVerse, Victoria recommends the use of active verbs.) I open-close the door to the dive on 29th Street and head-to-toe the crowd that’s swinging-and-swaying on the dance floor. My eye digitizes Izzy Cronin, my go-to guy. I slip-slide through … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged bar, dance floor, dance steps, dive, hit man, hootch | 13 Comments

Sammy, the Gat: “The Heinz 57 Man”

Posted on March 17, 2013 by vb guenther

(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 … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged Heinz 57, hit man, murder, observation deck, staircase | 12 Comments

Sammy, the Gat: “Targetin’ Squash City”

Posted on January 21, 2013 by vb guenther

(Glossary at end.) The airborne torture chamber’s grinders muscle back and we’re targetin’ squash city. I button down the gazers and knuckle it as the balloons hit terra firma. Sky-splittin’ sparklers splatter on my TV screen as I add to … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Story | Tagged cat, fear of flying, hit man, hyperventilate, sneakers, TV screen | 5 Comments

Sammy, the Gat: “Twenty-four On The Vig”

Posted on January 8, 2013 by vb guenther

(Glossary at end.) I ken that an ace man’s gotta be twenty-four on the vig lest he get sliced, diced or swiss-cheesed by his advers. But when I cast my peepers on the Flyin’ Dutchman revvin’ on the tarmac and … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged ace man, advers, airport security, bagpipes, cyber clickety clack, fear of flying, fishy globe-hoppers, flutterbys, foot-drag, hit man, jet-powered tin lizzie, purvs, sleepy seeds, sucker punch, tranquilizers, twenty-four on the vig, vigilance | 9 Comments

Sammy, The Gat: “Jingle My Tingles”

Posted on December 5, 2012 by vb guenther

(Glossary at end. Click for Sammy, the Gat, catch-up.) The dame with the derringer arrows it at a slow-cruisin’ letch-stretch. I get in. And out. Then Belinda slow-dances me down a hall of mirrors to a big-label flyin’ coffin nail. … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged assassination, clap-zapper, derringer, fed, hit man, jet plane, letch-stretch, limousine, overnight case, overseas travel, pop job, single-shirt skivvies case, splittin' the grays | 38 Comments

“My Uncle Sal”

Posted on December 4, 2012 by vb guenther

My Uncle Sal Was found In the basement Of the elementary school Where he cleaned. A heart attack They said. The police report Put forth the diagnosis. The coroner’s report Claimed his heart Failed. There was no mention In any … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged 45 caliber bullet, clean-up man, heart attack, hit man, janitor, made man, mob job, mob killing, the Family, Uncle Sal | 20 Comments

“The Hot Bod With The Hot Rod”

Posted on October 25, 2012 by vb guenther

I stand by the window in the Toot Sweet deli and watch this totally stacked dame swing it across the street. I exit that dump just as some jumbo joe jockeys into position to catch him an eyeful of the bodacious … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story | Tagged bodacious, dame, double-cross, gat, heat, hit man, jumbo joe | 38 Comments