

A Short SceneScene: The elegant drawing room of a large, well-appointed manor house in the English countryside. The year is 1820.A Short Scene
Edwin paces furiously, his heels clacking loudly on the polished wood floor. Marguerite, seated at the piano, watches him silently for a few moments. She opens her mouth to speak, but thinks better of it.
EDWIN Oh! I cannot abide this insult! That that miscreant has exceeded the bounds of decency. He has gone too far, and I swear I will have satisfaction!
MARGUERITE Edwin, please! No harm was done, I assure you.
EDWIN No harm, you say?&nb


Bennie's Bad DayI spent all afternoon tryin to get this goddam thing to run. Man says Good as new! Just tweak er a little, shell purr like a goddam kitten. Kitten my ass! Thing sounds more like a goddam lion with laryngitis. An it shakes like Uncle Louie when he forgets his thyroid medication. How the hell am I sposed to go pick up Jolene in this piece o shit? She wouldnt even get in. Hell, shed hear me comin two blocks away and then shed pretend she didnt even know me. Turn her back when I drove up, keep talkin to her girlfriends like I wasnt even there. Hell, I wouldnBennie's Bad Day


Too Noir For WordsA slug of gin. A slug in the mouth. Either way its the same to me. You wake up in an alley somewhere smelling like the inside of a dumpster, your head pounding like a Sousa march and a sour day-old taste at the back of your throat.Too Noir For Words
That was me last Thursday the morning after I crossed paths with Bang Bang Tommy and his little gang of assassins. Did I say assassins? I meant businessmen. But if you ever find yourself doing business with them, take my advice: hang up the Gone Fishin sign and take yourself on a nice, long vacation.
I didnt even have to open my eyes to tell
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