Bad Noir

I posted these as @sgnp in the #badnoir hashtag game on Twitter.

She was the type of dame they’d use to play draughts, the kind you’d only know about after looking “dame” up in a dictionary.


The heavy looked like someone shoved a gorilla in a suit backwards, put a hat on its butt, and…maybe it’d be easier if I drew it.


I bet you wouldn’t be so big without that gun,” I snapped, but I was wrong. He was the same size, just holding less things.


She had the kind of skin that covered most of her body, except for the eyes. With them, it was intermittent.


About paulgude

Paul Gude writes small books, makes stupid music, draws silly pictures, and does weird things on stage.
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