.22 Cents – Episode One
“GIMME ALL YER FUCKIN’ MONEY!” he screamed, thrusting the weapon into Ray’s stricken face. Ray recoiled. A scarlet fury raged in his temples.
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The power steering whined as the old Buick creaked into the parking lot. A scabbed, weathered hand jerked the gear shift into park, then fumbled beneath the seat. It hit pay dirt with a crumpled brown paper bag. Earl dropped it onto Ray’s lap.
“Get ’em ready,” he said tersely.
Ray pulled a .22 revolver out of the bag. His brow furrowed. “What da fuck’s ’dis shit, Earl? ’Deez ain’t gon’ kill nuthin’,” he snapped.
Earl guffawed, “Boy, you shore is stoopid, ain’t ya?” He wrenched the pistol from Ray’s hand, paused to adjust his grip, then —
“GIMME ALL YER FUCKIN’ MONEY!” he screamed, thrusting the weapon into Ray’s stricken face. Ray recoiled. A scarlet fury raged in his temples.
Earl let out a phlegmy cackle, “You damn near shit yer pants ’der boy.” He spat on the floorboard. “Ya see? Itsa scare tac-tic. It scared yer sorry ass, it’ll scare ’dem fogies in ’der.”
Ray's face contorted with frustration. "Got damn you," he snarled, digging feverishly through the sack. "GOT DAMN YOU!" he shouted at the same moment the chrome jacket of the second .22 glinted in a wedge of early morning sunlight —
*Click*
Earl knocked the weapon away. “Boy, what da hell’s wrong wit ya? You ain’t gon’ kill me over no de-mon-stration.”
Ray’s chest heaved as he regained his composure. He shoved the pistol in his coat pocket. Earl kissed the cross around his neck and stepped out of the car.
@noirdowell.radio Welcome to Noir-do-well Radio 📻 - tonight we share our inaugural episode - .22 Cents Episode One! Tune in to find out how these would be criminals fare! #noir #noirfiction #radio #flashfiction #indie #radioshow ♬ original sound - Noir-do-well Radio
