A Message in the Wee Hours by RodG 100 Word Story writing prompt entry |
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. A 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.
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