Monday, January 14, 2013
Da Dame's Distraction
Her hair was the color of winter wheat, her eyes of cobalt with flecks of silver. She had lips that screamed "devour me", and legs that seemed to stretch on forever. Jennifer was the perfect woman, if one’s taste could be compared to that of da Vinci’s; round in all the right places, soft at every turn, a true work of art. She’d been eyeing me ever since I’d stepped into the club looking for Jimmy Half Hands who had told me to meet him so he could pass me the gun Freddy Fatchione used to kill Mags Malumby. But there was this dame winkin at me. I thought she’d dazzled me when suddenly I saw stars, but it turns out it was just a brass and leather sap to the back of the head.