It's First Friday, the day three authors view one picture and write what they see in 150 words or less--always fun and you get to meet three terrific authors.
Would you take the picture, already?
But the car’s all wrong.
So what should I do, Caroline? Buy a car from the 20’s?
Maybe not. But can’t we at least borrow one?
Borrow an antique car? Like, from where?
I don’t know, Jimmy. But if you’re supposed to look like an old-time gangster, you should have an old-time car. And it should be black. I seriously doubt Al Capone ever drove a red car.
The red matches my tie.
Yeah, but black would match your toy gun. And speaking of that tie—gangsters didn’t wear red.
I’m supposed to be headed to the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre in this picture, Caroline. Valentine’s Day means red. And red means blood. It’s called symbolism.
The antique store down on Route 100!
Oh, my God! You’re right! They have that old Ford parked out front.
And it’s black. I’ll drive.
“Times have changed,” Charlie’d told him.
Herman Hicks picked up the cigar.
Charlie’s words rang in his ear. “You wanna come out on top, little bro, you gotta
change with the times. Get it?”
He didn’t like it, and he’d said so.
“You don’t have to like it, but you’ll like the results.”
Herman felt the heft of the assault rifle in his hand.
“This time’ll be different, you’ll see.” Charlie’d grinned, handed him the champagne.
“What if I get caught?” he’d said.
“That’s the risk you take.” Charlie had sighed. “Look, you’re sixteen. You’re still a minor.”
“No buts. And no more coming last. Girls want the bad boy. You want the girl don’t you?”
Wearing his brother’s clothes, Herman reached the prom, pushed open the car door, and adopted a sneer, ready to be a jerk.
Nice guys finish last. Not tonight.
“Danny, why have we stopped here? Come on, let’s get to the party! No, put that camera away! I didn’t spend hours putting this costume together just to have you taking photos of me in a field! God, how did those women walk in these pencil skirts and stilettos, anyway? Don’t look at me like that! What? Come on, we said we wouldn’t talk about it again. You said you’ve forgiven me – can we try to move on, like we said? No! Don’t be daft, of course I wasn’t in love with him. It was just a moment of drunken stupidity, you were away – look, am I going to have to spend the rest of my life saying sorry? Hey – what are you doing? Danny, don’t be silly! You’re not scaring me! Put it down, come on! I know you’re just mucking about, it’s not a real gun - ”
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
STONE COLD – In the aggressive world of advertising, competition is fierce. When a scandal threatens to ruin Charles Dean’s company, he is determined to identify the culprit and handle it his way. Mara Mann has other ideas, and her own reasons for bringing him down. Then the murders of two senior corporate executives stun the community.
Mara's hatred for Dean leads her into the dangerous world of Reid Dalton, and to a forgotten grave. As she learns the secret he has kept hidden, she is drawn deeper into the mind of a killer and puts her own life at risk.
Terry Tyler lives in the north east of England. She writes contemporary fiction, incorporating issues such as divorce, infidelity, obsession, addiction - and the search for success. Her fifth novel, FULL CIRCLE, will be out soon; it's a mixture of rock fiction, drama, love stuff and relationship dilemmas. Her husband has been heard laughing out loud whilst reading, so she presumes it's quite funny in parts, too!
Find Terry’s books at http://www.amazon.co.uk/Terry-Tyler/e/B00693EGKM
Cindy Blackburn writes The Cue Ball Mysteries—lighthearted romps of ridiculous stuff that would never happen in real life. Murder meets menopause. Take a guess which wins.
But why guess when you can read Cindy’s books? PLAYING WITH POISON, DOUBLE SHOT and THREE ODD BALLS are all available on Amazon. How convenient!
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