The 'Tec, a flash fiction

[heslopian]

The 'tec looked at the moon. He bit into a candy bar. It tasted like a morphine death. Slow and relaxing and painless. He walked and passing a newsstand saw his reflection in a dime novel's cover. This time Dave Stringer was looking for a blonde (weren't we all?) charged with shooting a bishop. He leaned on a bar nursing a whiskey while the blonde smoked in a weird white aura behind him. The guy running the newsstand was a sad and overweight Italian. He looked like a wife and needy kids.
The 'tec turned a corner and put his key in a door beside a laundrette. He climbed a flight of stairs. Arriving at another door he opened it and stepped into a small room where a blond man sat smoking. He kissed him and threw the candy wrapper away then took out a pint of whiskey.

[Bronte]

I just have to!! sorry, just don’t shot at me!!


The 'Tec looked at the moon.
Sunk two teeth into a candy bar filled with cream of morphine death.
Slow, relaxing and painless. He walked past a news stand saw his other
reflection in a dime novel's cover. This time Dave Stringer was looking for a blonde
(weren't we all?) charged with shooting a bishop. Tec leaned on a bar nursing a tall one
while the blonde smoked in a weird white aura in the mirror .
The guy running the newsstand was a sad and overweight Italian.
He looked wife’d with needy kids.
A laid-back corner took Tec in tow and put him at a door beside a laundrette;
his key fitted easy. Hunched he climbed a flight of stairs to another door; opened,
and stepped into a small room where a blond man sat smoking-
-smoking the blonde got kissed then thrown the candy wrapper
Tec took out a pint of Rye.
edit in



what I’m trying to show you is this
we live within our backgrounds and it is all alive, moving and pulsing whether by nature, or man made it pulse as we slip between the photos as seen by the watcher,
make the Tec 2nd to his surrounding and the whole becomes animated and alive.
Words are pinned in place, all of them demanding and shouting “this is where I belong”

a poet or a writer takes them and places them out of their comfort zone
and that gets noticed ( bad grammar the purists say)
Art-- says the open mind,
Bloody talent, says the avid reader. Aim for the eyes that matter

[heslopian]

I love that verb "wife'd" you've invented That's brilliant. I should point out that the 'tec (short for "detective") isn't leaning against a bar nursing a whiskey, Dave Stringer on the book cover is.

[Bronte]

yes but I changed it so's not to totally bugger up your theme . I like making up words and misusing words too but you understood what I was meaning I hope in the edit~~

[billy]

dave stringer, blonde and bishop. the three main ingredients

[heslopian]

Sounds like you've dabbled in pulp fiction yourself

[billy]

i read all the ed macbain's and mickey spillain (sp) novels, and quite a few more when i was young

[heslopian]

I tried reading Mickey Spillane a while ago but I wasn't overly impressed. While I was going through old books the other day I came across this:

I'd bought it years ago but still hadn't read it. I'm now working my way very slowly through it. It contains two novels and over fifty short stories, all from an age when hardboiled 'tecs reigned supreme

[billy]

thats when pulp really was pulp