“Chicago PD would like to talk to you both regarding your connection with this man,” said the officer, holding up a black and white mug-shot of a grim-looking, barrel-chested man. “Seen him before?”
Max swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding. “Less than an hour ago that man tried to kill me outside Lucky’s Deli,” he managed, his pulse quickening as he recalled the incident.
“What?” Ralphie exclaimed, spitting out his drink. “On the phone you said you had the grub and everything was fine!”
The cop shifted her feet. “I’m thinkin’ you’re never going back to okay, Mr. Sampson.”
This is my response to last week’s 100 Word Song challenge from Lance & Leroy. Be sure to click the image to head over and read all the great entries.
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gallows humor or stark, brutal honesty?
good 100, sir
I’m always laughing when thinking of these two characters, but it’s usually at their expense
then that’s good writing
High compliment, thanks Lance!
interesting…