Sidecar. What do you need?”
“Did
you ever get your hands on that paper Pinky sent for?”
Outside the sky is starting to change, a
dull orange glow tinging the dark edges of the night. Smoke and fog roll past,
and the trees are sparser and sparser replaced by low buildings, then higher
ones, tall slender teetering tenements, laundry flapping on the line.
Smokestacks and traffic and a long dark tunnel that seems to go on forever and
ever, but then the train comes out the other side, it is no longer night, but
not quite yet day. That kind of blue hour, the kind only bakers and folks on a
bender ever see.
And
Modesty Brown, the remains of her milkshake beside her, rolls a sheet of paper
into her machine and begins to type.
Evelyn Archer is the secret identity of a library clerk living
somewhere in New England. (But she'll never tell.) She smokes black
cigarettes and tells outrageous lies. Her lipstick is red enough to stop a
Barcelona bull in his tracks.
Feel like beating gums?
Shoot her a line at:
[email protected] Look for File #2: THE HOTEL REGINA, coming winter 2016!