“The End is the Beginning is the End”
Gamble sat on the edge of the bed, cock in one hand and a wilted picture of a dead starlet in the other. He did his best to avoid staring directly into those horrible black eyes of hers and instead traced the wrinkled fold of her paper breasts with his thumb.
Soft white porcelain skin. Whore’s skin.
He half smiled at no one in particular and let his hand slide from his stiff dick to the cold heavy pistol at his side. His sticky finger, the one not wrapped around a trigger, made small circles across the photo.
“It’s redemption,” her blurry mouth whispered.
It’s bullshit, he replied and punched the butt of the gun to his temple. That’s going to leave a mark, he snickered to himself.
He looked down at the photo once last time, gave her a half-hearted wink and pulled the trigger. The muzzle flashes. The lights dim.
Everything fades to black.
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JUNKFOOD NOIR is my work-in-progress novella based on my life here in L.A. The names have been changed, the situation mashed up, remixed and fictionalized but there's a lot of truth in there, especially if you know the real stories. I'll be posting chapters from the book every Tuesday.
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