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Midnight Visitors
WINNER Daily Flash Fiction 8/11 (300 wds)
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Avg Rating: (9)
Author's Note: This item was written for the "Daily Flash Fiction" Contest on 8/11/2009, using these prompts: feast, ring, vase.
(Word count: 300)
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Midnight Visitors



Jimmy the Club and Bear walked up the boarding house stairs.  Jimmy stopped before door #6, and Bear ran into him.

"Get offa me, you lummox."  Jimmy took the bat out from his trench coat, and rapped on the door.  There was no answer.

Bear ambled forward holding lock-picks.  A moment later, they entered a small, dingy room.  The room contained a cot, a table with two chairs, and a small kitchenette.  Bear checked under the cot, while Jimmy looked in the closet. 

Wallpaper with pictures of tiny flowers in tiny vases, peeled from the walls, and the sink held used utensils and a baking sheet.  The only nice thing about the room was the smell of the chocolate chip cookies in a big bowl on the table.  The two men sat down to wait.  Bear helped himself to a cookie.

Several hours later, the bowl of cookies was half empty, but their quarry hadn't arrived.  Jimmy brushed cookie crumbs from his lapels and Bear yawned.  Waiting was hard work. 

After another hour had passed, Second-Story Sammy sneaked silently up the stairs.  He pressed his ear against the door to his room.  He entered and looked at Jimmy and Bear with a smile.  Snores rumbled through the room.  Jimmy's head rested on his arms, and Bear was stretched back in his chair with his mouth open.  Both were sleeping. 

Sammy packed his suitcase, grabbed a half-full bottle of sleeping pills from a kitchen cabinet, and then paused at the table.  Only a few cookies remained from the feast.  Sammy gently worked a diamond pinky ring off Bear's finger. 

This'll pay for the trip and a new set up, Sammy thought.

As Sammy slid out into the night, he laughed to himself.  Those cookies get 'em every time.


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