by Frank Morgan
There’s a dog barking at the end of the street. It’s 5am, I’ve been here so long I’ve bitten through my bottom lip, I can taste blood and my hands are frozen stiff. I like watching though, I spy on her through the gaps in the curtains, I’m making notes even though my hands are too cold to write anything legible. I can taste blood and dirt and I smell like cigarettes. I hear the bin lorry coming from half a mile away but I’m not going to be seen. When she leaves the house I’ll follow her, I’ll watch where she goes and make notes and wait for as long as it takes.
6S
Frank Morgan is a malodorous drunk posing as a private detective in and around the London area and must not be approached by anyone for any reason.
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I Am a Private Detective
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5 comments:
Creepy, disturbing, and yet strangely compelling. I liked it. Good work, Frank.
P.S. you are still winning the 'write chapter 111' competition. The finishing post is in sight...
well done you skeevy stalker!
Nice 6S, Frank. Then again, I'm a sucker for anything that includes the phrase "bin lorry."
yep. i liked this.
i am now 'in competition' with you on Duncan's write chapter 111 competition.
I liked this too. The best bit was 'bin lorry'. I don't know why and I don't mean it in a sarcastic way.
I am also in competition with you and Chris for chapter 111. I think it would be more civilized if we all took off our spectacles and duked it out in the street.
Let me know.
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