"Thanks, Jake," he said, wiping the running snot from the end of his nose. He tried to hand the handkerchief back to me.
"Keep it," I said, holding my hand up.
I sat down on the floor beside him. We were both leaning our backs against the end of the bed.
"So," I said softly, "care to explain to me how this all got started?"
He nodded. "I fell in love, Jakey... I mean, Jake."
"Wouldn't be the first time that falling in love caved a man's world in around him. But it doesn't always get him wanted for murder."
Drew Martyn almost 4 years ago
Reading that last paragraph sounds like something from a film noir voice over, or something you'd see on an advertising poster. Brilliant, Christopher.
Christopher almost 4 years ago
Wow! Thanks, Drew. I approach these as if I were writing a screenplay, so that cinematic feel is front and center of my mind when I write these. I play out every scene I'm writing on a movie screen in my head.
I thought that was a very poignant scene, two childhood buddies sitting in the floor of a cheap motel room leaning against the bed trying to figure out their relationship after all these years.
Frenchie almost 4 years ago
Quite right, but I would have thought it is usually us, the women who are wanting for murder (well, at least, we do murder men in our heads countless times, hehehe)...