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Cool Air

by John Donald Carlucci

He awoke slowly staring at the blood covering his hand where it lie on the pillow. Afraid to move, he could feel her back pressed against his own, but nothing more. Sour from all the whiskey the night before, his mouth felt thick and his tongue lacked even the simplest dexterity needed to speak her name. He slowly flexed his hand feeling the tacky stickiness of the clotted blood covering his fingers and prayed his liquor-lost memories held a good reason for this heart-freezing display. An air-conditioner rattled gently in a dim corner of room and he desperately prayed to an unresponsive god that the wet sheets beneath him were soaked with his sweat and nothing more. Lacking even the courage of the man he is with liquor in his gut, he figured he would just keeping waiting in the dark and pray he would feel just one breath from his nameless companion.

6S

John Donald Carlucci is a writer who desperately wants to outlive his rejection letters.

8 comments:

Quin said...

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mgirl said...

Wow, I want more.

Writeprocrastinator said...

An excellent noir.

Dale said...

I'm glad I'm not the only one this happens to all the time! Good going JDC!

jewgirl said...

fantastic 6S! I'm with Mgirl. we want more. post more, more, more.

EditorJDC said...

Thanks gang! Ya make me happy.
I've already written a new one.

JDC

paul d brazill said...

Splendid! Where are the rest?

Jerome said...

Perfect bro... I like it so much which I would search for more.. Yes please post more like similar to that one. Your a perfect writer for us.

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