Old ModelOld ModelOld Model4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first train of the morning thundered past Ozzy Paxton's window, rattling the windows and jarring bits of dust and plaster from the ceiling. Ozzy yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he peered around his tiny, one-roomed apartment blearily. The pitter-patter of freezing raindrops replaced the sound of thunder as the last car of the train rumbled past the dirty window frame opposite his bed.
Ozzy began his morning routine practically without thinking, hobbling to the water closet to piss and then shuffling to the refrigerator in the corner automatically. He grumbled as he realized there was nothing in the fridge save for a jar of expired mustard and a jug of what looked like green cheese instead of milk. He would have to go hungry for now, as he had just barely made rent yesterday and couldn't afford a quick trip to the grocery store down the street.
The shower was broken again, so Ozzy could either
The Loose EndThe Loose EndThe Loose End3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A gunshot, and the sounds of mass-panic echoed through the subway platform. Thee men in suits pushed their way through the chaos. The suits each had a Beretta 9mm pistol drawn and trained on a young man covered in blood dodging screaming commuters 8 feet in front of them. A fallen comrade of theirs lay sprawled on the ground behind them; a knife wound across his neck staining the collar of his white shirt crimson.
More gunshots penetrated the disarray. Any unfortunate commuters standing between the three hit men and Manny Tombs, their fleeing target, toppled like dominos. The assassins clearly meant business.
"Shit," Manny said to himself as he barreled through a group of shoppers descending from the mall above the subway station. "Gotta get away... Where do I go? Where do I go?"
There was a J.C. Penny's on the first floor of the mall, just across the plaza from