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  • Home
  • Blog
  • Publications
    • The Good Fortune of Augusta
    • A Golden Yellow Cage
    • Fountain of Youth
    • Blacksburg Park
    • The Amazing Antoinette
    • That Song
    • Entropy
    • Black and White and Red All Over
    • The Last Blue Sky: Starflight
    • Faces of the Dead Ones
    • The Hard Sell
    • Legacy
    • Clash
    • The Final Sentence
    • Lost and Found
  • Stories
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 1
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 2
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 3
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 4
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 5
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 6 (Current)
    • A Golden Yellow Cage
    • Blondie Walker
    • The Hardest Men
    • The Tyranny Of Defense
  • Webcomics
    • Infinity
    • Extra Sin
    • Stolen Loneliness
  • For All the Thrills
    • TDC & Thrillville Presents: Vic Valentine

Stories

Blondie Walker
Micro Fiction By J.J. Sinisi

Mama always told me, men are good and bad, but if your blouse cut is low enough, they’ll all swallow their cigarettes if you ask pretty please. Not that I listened to every piece of advice she gave me; none of it helped her cheek avoid dad’s fists every Saturday night.

But that was Queens, and this is Brooklyn, and in Brooklyn the rules are different. So when the trouble came down on me, and hell, did it come down hard, I grabbed her advice with both hands, threw away my bra, and ran it right into Blondie Walkers’ Jazz Club.

Tommy’s a sailor, of course, but he was too young for the war. Now, he’s got something to prove. I can feel the rod in his jacket pocket. Tommy is the kind that looks for reasons. Thanks to mama, I’ll give him every reason in the book.

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Write a 150 word opening to a story using the below paperback cover as inspiration. That was the assignment. Above was the result. There's a strong chance this micro piece may one day grow to something larger and more interesting.

 

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