| Noir... Darkness stumbles, tumbles into the room like thunderheads gather, the very air pulsing, tingling, the heat swallowing him whole. Walks from talkshow daydreams, throws a towel round his waist, heading for the shower somewhere up North, staggering as night crown his sorrow. Into the thrill of the moonlight he steps, watching rats scurry, bodies pancake as they slip under doors, floorboards crackle with crabbling claws rattling his nerves as he smokes another cigarette, while fondling the gun in his deep coat pocket. Mercy speeds time as the shadow nears pushes him away from the wall, fingers curling round the pearl grip of the snub nose slipping from his coat, breath almost stopping barrel errupting bright storm of lead and smoke, throwing the shadow back. Storm rages, gun empty shadow lies,ravaged, raped by mushrooming metal, life force oozing, slithering in unstemmed trickles into the drains of hell. Lighting one last cigarette, peaceful face blushing in the glow, just one more smoke, then one more bullet blow away the sorrow as we fade to black. |