Friday Noir: Passage To Perdition
The silver felt heavy by her side.
Not thirty pieces.
The silver .38 snub nose, with the pearl handle, in her purse.
Never have had to use it, but you never know.
Sure,the dame has tried to go straight.
As straight as the seams on the back of her stockings.
But it’s no use.
Not when you have mooks just looking to give you their money.
This time, it all seemed so simple.
Talk the talk, do the dance, take the ice.
Smooth, smart and quick. A good grift.
Now it’s time to catch the train.
It’ll take her from here, to there, to away.
Once and for all.
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