BLOOD ON THE STREETS
Photo Credit: John Brand
By Neel Anil Panicker
The evening had long cast its long shadows on the narrow stretch that wound up the northern periphery leading out of the main arterial road. Unlike the chaos and the maddening hustle and bustle of the mainland this was an oasis of calm and peace, or so it seemed.
For here, as the nights grew thicker and darker, the deeds turned blacker and more sinister.
Ambling down the gradient, his hands well secured inside khakhi shorts, Johnny, the resident drug dealer, languidly rolled the little square piece of dark chocolate up and down his palette before gently allowing it to slide down his throat.
A soft breeze played down the nape of his neck and teased the back of his ears, adding to the tingling delight that wafted through his being.
A couple of deals to finish and then he would call it quits___simply sneak in to Mary’s, down a couple of beers, and then gently slide into the arms of Julie, and then…
By the time he turned around it was too late; the knife had dug deep into his spleen, rupturing his left heart, the blood gushing out and dirtying the wind swept squeaky clean street within seconds.
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Written as part of the following multiple writing prompts:
Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details visit HERE.
To read more of the stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
5 thoughts on “neelwrites/bloodonthestreets/sundayphotofiction/200words/08/10/2018”
Swift and brutal, Neel.
Rough justice, I am guessing.
Yikes. He came to a violent end.
Sounds like there could be a few suspects who might have wanted to cause him harm.
Drugs and violence, they bond together well in this story.
Johnny’s girlfriend HAD to be called Julie 🙂