Friday Noir: Deep Part Of The Night
A cold wind rakes in from the ocean, over the boardwalk.
It spiders its way around corners and down the dark alleys of this town.
Summer fun is a long time away.
Still…the sound when you rack the slide of your Model 12 is colder than the air.
You turn your collar up higher, blow on your hands.
Just this one time, you say.
Just this one time to get out from under once and for all.
Car’s running, a nip from the pint in your pocket. Blood pounding in your ears.
Time to go.
Sometimes you gotta test the timber of your heart, in the deep part of the night.
And get out from under.
© Mark V. Krajnak | JerseyStyle Photography | All Rights Reserved 2014