I thought I would give it a shot. Who knows whether I will be actually to pull it off or not, with
Pin up 1940’s (Photo credit: Intoxicating Artistry)
caring for Al. This is asking for 50,000 words in one month, but I will try.
Here is my first chapter:
It was an eerie night as Paul, the detective, left his office, and walked down the alley to his car. It was eleven at night, and the only movement to be seen was prostitutes on corners and wild cats wandering through the streets looking for their own action.
The chill was nipping at Paul, and as he pulled his over coat closer around his collar, a black cat jumped out in front of him, and scared the crap out of him. Damn cat, he thought to himself. Go stir up trouble in your own territory.
Reaching his car, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and was getting ready to slip them into the key hole, when he felt something hard slam him in the back. It forced him to flip around like a crazy animal and bring his knee up into the person’s groin, throwing his elbow into the neck of the person who was attacking him.
He yanked off the assailant’s hat and mask and to his amazement; he discovered it was a woman. He quickly looked her over and wondered why in the hell some woman was here attacking him, a man! He looked deep into her eyes and saw she was a drug addict and most likely she was hitting him up for a few dollars for another hit. He pulled out a twenty from his pants pocket and threw it at her, telling her to go on now, get the hell out of here.
He shook his head getting into his car. People, a bunch of crack heads. Why did they let their lives go to the dogs? He started his car and took off out of his parking spot, and drove the fifteen minutes it took to reach his apartment.
He pulled in under the car port and glancing around and behind him, he got out, locked the car, and went in the main door to the elevator, and hit the number five button, taking him up to his pad. Once inside, he threw his coat and his hat on the couch and went to the refrigerator and grabbed himself a cold beer. He lit a cigar and sat down at his desk, kicking off his shoes. Man that felt good, he always did hate wearing shoes. He wiggled his toes and then yanked his socks off. Now, that was better.
He inhaled on his cigar, blowing rings into the air, and looked at his watch. Midnight, wow, this day had flown by, and yet he felt like he hadn’t got crap done today. It just seemed like he was chasing down a bunch of clues getting no results.
He sat there for a while, just relaxing and going over in his mind the day’s activities. He discovered by the growl of his stomach that he was hungry. When was the last time he ate? He thought for a moment and realized he didn’t even take the time to stop and eat anything. He butted out his cigar and got up and walked over to the refrigerator, and took a long hard look, trying to see what he might be able to make quickly, but nothing jumped out at him, and this may be because the refrigerator had not been refilled in some time. He needed a woman. A woman would get him groceries and clean up this dump.
He hadn’t been able to find a good woman. All the women he came across just wanted him for one night stands, and he wanted better than this. His mama had always told him to marry a woman like her and he would be married for the rest of his life.
He shut the refrigerator door and walked over to the cupboards and looking in them, he found a can of soup and grabbed that and opened it and heated it up on the stove. He toasted some bread and this was his supper. After eating he went back to grab his cigar, put the daily newspaper under his elbow and headed off for the john to do some reading and relaxing.
He sat on the john for almost a half an hour reading his paper and doing his business, and when finished, he flushed the stool and took a good look at himself in the mirror while washing his hands. He said to himself, you are starting to show your looks old man. The wrinkles are starting to set in deep. He rubbed his hands over his beard, and thought, not tonight, tomorrow morning he would get up early and shower and shave.
He walked across the hall into his bedroom, stripped himself down to the briefs and crawled into bed. He arranged his pillow to his liking, rolled over on his side, and lights being put out, he was fast asleep.
The next morning came too quickly but the sun was shining in his eyes, where he had neglected to pull the blinds from the night before. Damn sun, why couldn’t you be cloudy today? He was not ready to get up, and he looked at his watch and it was only seven in the morning. This was bull he said to himself, I need a few more hours of sleep, but he knew that in reality, he had a meeting with a client in an hour, so he forced himself to get out of bed.
He walked out to the kitchen and started the coffee maker, and then went over to the living room and flipped on the morning news. Next he went to the bathroom and started his shower, and shaved while the water was warming up. He liked his showers nice and steamy, just like his women, but he had to remember, nice women weren’t steamy, they had to be like his mama, in order to get married and stay married.
Shower done and dressed for his appointment, he went out and poured himself a cup of hot coffee, and went in to the living room and plopped himself down on the comfy chair to drink his coffee and watch the news.
His time was up and the news was over. He walked over and set his cup on the counter, and got his jacket, hat and keys and let himself out of the quietness of his home and into the streets. The sun was really bright this morning. The news said it was going to be a gorgeous fall day. Walking over to his car, he started swearing to himself. All over his windshield was soap scribbling. Damn kids had come paid him a visit through the night and had soaped his car. If he found out who did it, he was going to tan their hides. Stupid kids, didn’t they have anything better to do with their time besides cause trouble?
He got inside his car and started it, using his window washers and had to do this several times before he could see well enough to start driving. He put it in drive and went a few blocks out of his way, and pulled into an automatic car wash business and got his car washed. He glanced down at his watch and saw that he still had time.
He was going to be meeting his client, a woman, at a small diner about three blocks south of here. He left the car wash and went on to meet his client, arriving on time. The client arrived, and he knew it was the right person, by the description of the car, but what he didn’t know, was that his client was a woman. She got out of her car after parking next to his, and as she walked in front of his car to meet him, he whistled to himself, wow, what a beautiful dame. She walked up to him, and introduced herself as Slim, a nick name that she had been given in high school, because of her slim figure. He introduced himself and then got out of the car and together they walked into the diner.
He asked her if she wanted coffee and she said of course, coffee was the starter for the day. The waitress brought two mugs of coffee and sat them down in front of them and asked if they wanted to order anything. Slim spoke up first, giving her order of two eggs over easy and a slice of whole wheat toast. Paul thought, what the hell, he would order too. He told the waitress to bring him a couple of scrambled eggs and a nice slab of ham. With the orders placed, the two began their conversation by giving a little background about each of them and then the food was brought, and for a while, no one spoke as they ate.
After breakfast was finished, and the waitress had taken away the dirty dishes, she came back with the pot of coffee and filled up both cups, and then they got down to business of why she had wanted to speak to him.