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Tone Poem, a rip and read, and a Flash Fiction
Mouth Wedge
The golf hustler ghosted during the high heat of 83. His fiancé, having handed over some folding money, moved me to reconnoiter those beach front dives that divot the boardwalk of Ocean City. The barkeeps held their tongue, and the cops didn’t give a sand trap about some gone missing former felon with a rap-sheet the length of a par five tee-shot. In fact, any ex-con also labeled a legitimate scratch golfer had the boys in blue seeing green. It […]
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Rare Metal
In rare metals this time, and one point two billon into his forth fortune, “Bankrupt” Bill Bingham was fixing to celebrate the first anniversary of marriage to his third wife, Verity. Three decades his junior, Verity had long legs, a larcenous heart, and the delicate hand of a forger, having pencil whipped one of “Bankrupt’s” under wraps off shore accounts to the paltry, but still scoundrelly sum of fifty million dollars. Now Bankrupt was a traditional kind of guy. So […]
Trader
Friday, after work hours, I met his blonde at Bromide. She parked herself in the bar stool next to me. She ordered my kind of bourbon. Neat. Her attire was rich. She smelled savory. She had a sweet smile. She slid the envelope into my space. Its shape and weight suggested currency. Then she dropped a photograph. A guy, just shy of thirty. A suit, with a rep tie. A banker’s haircut above horn rim glasses. That’s ten-thousand U.S., she […]
One Run Away
Now when Mark the bartender, bought off the bet for five hundred dollars, the others knew, no matter what, that I had won. Here’s how it worked. After five innings the Cubs were down to the Cardinals, 11 runs to zip. That’s when I asked for ten to one odds on a hundred-dollar wager that the Cubs would come back, to at least, tie the game. Along with the bartender, three regulars quickly chorused, hell yeah. So, I was wagering […]