Mystery and Crime Flash Fiction posted June 2, 2016

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A Message in the Wee Hours

by RodG

Dull light from the street lamp creeps through the blinds across the face of the clock.  2:12 a.m.  A night owl, I'm at my desk having breakfast:  two fingers of rye and a cig.  Maybe coffee and a donut later at the all-night diner.

rock shatters my window, just missing my head.  I'm on the floor, gun in hand, when the phone rings.  I grab it.

"Athens, that's a warning.  Next time a bullet if you don't lay off lookin'  for Daschard's daughter . . . You listenin'?"

I grunt.  "She alive?"

A hissing sneer.  "Yeah, gumshoe, for now.  Back off . . . or!"  The line goes dead.

I'm back at my desk, cleaning my gun and finishing breakfast.  The flunky on the phone follows orders from someone.  Johnny Athens doesn't.  Too stubborn I guess.

I lock up the office and continue my search for the missing heiress.

100 Word Story writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Write a story that is between 100 and 150 words. The trick is you must use the following words: breakfast, light, rock, phone, clock

Johnny Athens is a Chicago P.I. in the late 40s.
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