A short break from a busy but otherwise pleasurable day

“I just want my cup of coffee.”

Three steps out of the firm’s office–already he was interrupted.

“Harvey–I was just in the area and I wanted to hear your thoughts on the–”

“Bullshit you were in the area, Ronnie. I saw you jump the second you saw me. You were waiting for me.”

“Be that as it may–”

“Fuck you.”

Harvey walked off. Ronnie chased after him.

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Vivre dangereusement… jusqu’au bout!

a parody of advertisement, written by Amérique Nakamura

He looked out the window. He saw up to the horizon. He cursed under his breath.

“Shit. Shit.”

Belmondo rushed out the room to the hall down the steps and into the kitchen and to Mrs. Franz.

She sat at the kitchen table. Legs crossed across the dusty surface. Feet up. Book in her hands.

Belmondo breathed heavy and said, “Mrs. Franz.”

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Like a Virgin

“No way, nuh uh. I’m not telling you a goddamn thing.”

Cafe Sharktooth, night. Booth in the back. Bustling. Becky and Sawyer. A banana split and a half-eaten pie and a cup of coffee between them. Rockabilly from a jukebox somewhere.

Sawyer popped out and lit yet another Gauloises and set it between her lips and then said, “Why the fuck not?”

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