It was hot and windy. The air smelled like a combination of gravel pit dust and urban sprawl construction site potpourri. He pulled his hat down hard on his head as the convertible Fiat Spyder with the bad muffler rumbled its way back into the city. He had seen Hoover Dam and he had emerged victorious except the gift shop was closed. He had not been pulled over in at least 24 hours. Things were looking up. The Fiesta Casino loomed in the distance. It looked ominously like any other part of the shopping mall except it was larger and it wasn't a Von's.
"Damn" He said to the biting wind. "If it was Von's at least I could get a rotisserie chicken."
Then he remembered they had Fatburger in the casino and he calmed down. A turkey cheeseburger with all the fixin's would have to suffice.
He pulled into the parking lot and settled the Fiat in between a Hummer and an El Dorado.
As he was getting out of car he noticed a dame making her toward him.
"Not bad" He thought." She's got legs that go all the way to her ass."
She approached him and stood standing right in front of him as he struggled to extricate himself from the sticky bucket seat. He decided just to sit back gracefully and see what this lady had to say for herself.
Her eyes were green and they had a mischevious twinkle.
"Are you Johnnie Pai-Gow?" She asked even though it was obvious she knew he was.
"Hmm, could be. Who wants to know."
"My litttle friend here." She said as she pulled out a nickel plated .38 automatic and pointed it at Johnnie Pai-Gow's rather expansive mid-section.
"Does your little friend have a name?" He asked in a mocking tone.
"Yes"
She paused and the dusty air was pregnant with tension as well as the smell from a nearby Arby's´®.
Her eyes flamed as her gold eyeshadow caught the brilliant Las Vegas sun.
"Revenge."
She pulled the trigger.
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