Late that night charlie was leaving the speak easy with a fat cigar in hand. He had a nice buzz going from those doubles served. The game wasn't that great but hey, this was the life he wanted. To be a gangster, a mob man, maybe to be the best.
Charlie takes a turn down a dark alley to make a short cut back to the place he was staying for the night. Cigar in one hand, the other on his pistol he stumbles upon two men arguing. They go back and forth in the argument and then it is silenced by the sound of a pistol. Charlie pokes his head around the corner to see a man he met named jonnie laying dead in the street.
"CRAP! Who was that guy running off, ok maybe this life isn't gonna be so great. I gotta watch my step." charlie takes off in fast stride to get back to the place. |
|
| Report Post |
Tip
|
|
Kind of short, and what the hell happens next? finish this up. Sounds like it has somewhat potential of being a good suspense story. |
|
| Report Post |
Tip
|
