While this wasn’t the first time I’ve stood in front of an angry dame holding a gun at me, it occurred to me that it’d never happened on Christmas Eve before. I checked it off the bucket list in my brain. One less goal to worry about, assuming I survived…
I scanned the street outside the window of my apartment as I poured a fresh glass of comfort and joy. The sun was going down on the city, and soon Christmas Eve would be shrouded by the comforting void. Soon Santa would be on his way, and I was ready…
My fingers shook as I snatched the cigarette from my lips the next night. The air around my apartment building was colder than the shadows. I had instructions from my client, a wad of cash in my pocket and a loaded gun in my holster. I had everything I needed.…
The wintry air of the city reeked of coffee and cigarettes. Just the way I liked it. The steam from a fresh cup o’ joe filled my nostrils and reminded me, if ever so briefly, that I was still kicking. Some prissy crooner was mumbling through a Christmas song on…