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betrayer's kiss
they call me Cain. thug for hire. whatever the job calls
for: a theft, a burning, a kill. quick & clean, it’s my
modus operandi. then I’m on the next train out. nobody
knows my face.
and I stay away from dames, they’re trouble. when I crave
a woman, I call an escort service. escort, courtesan… just
fancy names for a whore.
all of a sudden, there was Delphine. she had the curves to
be a high-class hooker, & the angles to avoid it. sex was
an opera of passion for her. she chose her own lovers.
I met her in a club that was thick with wolves in neckties &
low-cut dolls. I like crowds; a man can disappear in a crowd.
the crush of the inebriated clientele pushed us into each other.
I had to embrace her to keep from knocking her down. ‘we
better dance,’ I told her. ‘it’ll look more respectable that way.’
we danced & talked. we drank, & talked a little more. I could have
warmed my heart on the romantic light in her eyes, so I warned
her about my sleeping habits. ‘after you spend a night with me,’
she said, sultry-like, ‘you won’t waste your money on whores.’
she was right. the sex was beyond my experience, the kind you
couldn’t buy. the way she touched me, held me. like someone in
love. it was precious, & beautiful. too beautiful for an outlaw like me.
she kept me company after that. I spoke about things, maybe too
much. told her I was a wanted desperado. the law knew me only as
a question mark, a ghost with a price on my head. a very large price.
I fell hard in love with her, but I had to run, & I wanted her with me.
she agreed, & we made plans to meet at the train station…
I hid in the crowd & watched her as she came in the entrance. she
glanced to the right, then the left. when she spotted me, she hurried
over & kissed me, deeply. as she always did. suddenly she stopped &
said, ‘sorry, baby.’ I almost believed her.
three grim Feds surrounded me. the meanest one recited the Miranda
legalities, then he said, ‘you’re booked, tough guy.’
how many days, I wondered, will I rot in this crummy cell till they
drag me to the gallows. Delphine never visits me, of course,
but she still kisses me…
…in my sweetest nightmares.
(Art: Christian Gaul)
Published 6th Dec 2015
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Anonymous
6th Dec 2015 11:18pm
like reading a hot version of a shortened Louis L'amour novel...
always a pleasure to read your work, ever the skilled pen
gracias ;)
always a pleasure to read your work, ever the skilled pen
gracias ;)
7th Dec 2015 00:37am
Great story even though the outcome was inevitable it still gripped. Excellent work.
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7th Dec 2015 1:39am
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7th Dec 2015 5:22am
never trust the pillow talk... no matter how good the snuggles are :)
loved this tale, mister feddeler
xo
loved this tale, mister feddeler
xo
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7th Dec 2015 9:06am
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7th Dec 2015 2:19pm
7th Dec 2015 3:52pm
ah John you had me a rapt attention surprised that you would give us a happy ending the bam blind sided..
excellent ink Sir..
love Crim
excellent ink Sir..
love Crim
7th Dec 2015 4:14pm
Anonymous
7th Dec 2015 8:51pm
Such is the life of a thug. . .I can see a (noir) novel in the making ~ Devlin/Doll.
7th Dec 2015 10:29pm
Ha ha... Intense... The same sort of thing happened to Dillinger, I believe, if I've interpreted accounts correctly.
8th Dec 2015 9:10pm
Nothing like noir with a treacherous kiss and a hard case taking a fall. A heavy price for a femme fatale, but at least he has those sweet nightmares. They might make life worth living until that march to the gallows
8th Dec 2015 10:08pm
9th Dec 2015 2:55pm
This was perfect. I loved the wolves in neckties and the sweet nightmares. Thanks for sharing this.
9th Dec 2015 7:37pm
A wonderful story JohnFeddeler ... keeps one enraptured till the bittersweet end ...
12th Dec 2015 3:55am
Once again took down by the snare of female curves. Grins.. just love this flash of betrayal.. Bows low to the King of Noir! - blue angel x
22nd Dec 2015 10:39pm
Exquisite poetry, with imagery that took my breath away.
This is fine writing--structurally, creatively, and acoustically.
Thank you for sharing.
This is fine writing--structurally, creatively, and acoustically.
Thank you for sharing.
6th Jan 2016 4:18pm
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