This weeks Visual Dare felt like a new area for me. Don't normally do gangster types, but the picture lent itself to it.
The smoke billowed and I coughed loudly, waving my hand
rapidly in front of my face, trying to see the man, but he took no notice and
kept chuffing on the cigar, sending a smoke ring my way just to annoy me
further – it worked.
I had no idea why I’d been brought to him. I tried not to
feel nervous and keep my knee from jigging under the table, but I was on tender
hooks; what I could have done?
He gave me just two words; his voice deep and husky, probably
from all those cigars. “Jonas Peach.”
My stomach sunk; shit I was in trouble now. I didn’t think
any of them knew about that, it had been a cock up on my behalf. Occasionally
people got in the way of other jobs. As I prepared my response I hoped he would
understand that – but I was doubtful.
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This is nicely written, I enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteYay.. we all were Gangsters Molls this week I think.. Nice one..x
ReplyDeleteThanks! It definitely lends itself to gangsters.
ReplyDeleteWell done Mir, the Molls were out in force with this one, I think we had no choice ;-)
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