The East-side of Never

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

This very short story tells of strange things happening on the bad side of town. Well, maybe not so strange to those who live there.

The old man hobbled along the boulevard's sidewalk as his cocker spaniel led the way.

From time to time the dog would stop to look back at the man. And as soon as the dog saw that the man was still moving, it's tail would wag for as many moments as it took for the old man to catch up; then the dog would continue walking.

This went on for some time while darkness wrapped up the last of daylight.

When the old man reached the alleyway, between the boarded-up Hartford building and the liquor store, he noticed two men standing in the shadows.

As the old man approached the alley, the dog began to growl and it turned around to return to the old man's side.

But that was too late, by then the two men had ushered the old man into the alley and were demanding money at knife-point.

The Cocker approached at a frantic clip and without hesitation it lunged at the hand with the knife.

A snarl was heard and then the man that held the knife cried out in pain.

As the knife fell to the sidewalk the old man pulled a gun from his trench-coat and shot both men twice; their surprised was apparent since they had no time to react.

One of the two men was still moving, so the old man approached him and said, "I guess you're new to the East-side. It is a shame that you couldn't stay long enough to find out what's what and who to leave alone."

Then the old man shot him again.

 

As the old man hobbled out of the alleyway he was talking on a cell phone, but no-one on the street paid any attention.

The old man said, "Hay Tracer, there is a mess in the alley next to the liquor store, take care of it.

The Voice on the other end said, "Will do, boss! Is the riverbed OK?"

The old man replied, "I don't care what you do with the trash, as long as attention isn't brought to the east-side." Then he closed the phone and began walking as before; dog in the lead.

 

It is business as usual down here on the East-side of Never; between the hookers and the gun runners, the gang-bangers and the drug dealers that control these streets.

Yes, the East-side of Never has become the American dream.

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF

01-16-2019


Submitted: January 17, 2019

© Copyright 2022 D. Thurmond aka JEF. All rights reserved.

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hullabaloo22

A good read, JE. Not at all what I expected from the start.

Thu, January 17th, 2019 9:15pm

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Thanks...I like to surprise.

Fri, January 18th, 2019 9:21am

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