Inciting the tall, dark stranger to draw his weapon and slip into the dark corridor holding his mini-Maglite. The floor was slippery with some kind of slime. As slippery as snail sex. He lost his balance and slipped and fell, dropping his gun and the flash light which was still lit. On his hands and knees, he crawled toward the light, which was lying on the floor, illuminating the wall.
Then his hand touched something furry. Picking up the flashlight and shining it down, the furry thing was a very large dead rat, with body fluids oozing across the floor. The smell was as nauseating as garbage can juice.
He found an old towel and was able to wipe himself up, at least passably, for now. He heard the womanâs scream again, so picking up his gun, he moved quickly towards the end of the corridor, where there was another door, with light shining through the crack at the floor. He cautiously approached and slowly opened the door.
There she was, the sexy, sultry woman, both hands tied to a bed post. Her blouse and skirt were torn. She was sweating like a blacksmith at a forge, and there was blood. Standing over her was the weirdo who was stalking her, holding a large blade.
The tall, dark stranger shouted,
âPut your hands up and move away slowly or Iâll shoot. Iâm gonna count to 3, one, twoâŠ. CLICK.â
The stalker just laughed.
And then the stranger said,
âI know what youâre thinking: âIs this gun even loaded?ââ
âWell since this is one of the most powerful handguns in the world, and would blow your head clean off, so youâve got to ask yourself one question: âDo I feel lucky?â,
Well, do ya, punk?â
The weirdo gives up and asks,
âHey! I gots to know!â
The stranger aimed his Glock and fired, blowing the weirdoâs body across the room faster that a politician whoâs asked to keep a promise, and then said,
âSon of a bitch!â
The stranger pulled out his switchblade and cut away the cable ties from the womanâs hands. Then she put her arms around him and whispered,
âKiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time!â
And he replied,
âI never make plans that far ahead.â
âAnd itâs about time. I thought I hired you to look after me?â
âIâm no good at being noble, but it doesnât take much to see that the problems of two little people donât amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.â
Then he walked over to the bar where there was a bottle of whisky. He poured himself a glass. And then she said, in a sexy Lauren Bacall voice,
âWhy donât you just shut up and pour me a drink.â
[Quotations (sometimes slightly modified) from Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Ingrid Bergman and Dirty Harry (Clint Eastwood)]
other stories of the Dark Stranger; An Uneasy Rendez-vous , The Encounter ,  The Dark Stranger
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January 21, 2024 at 1:12 pm
The tall, dark stranger holding a gun looks like he’s wearing one of dad’s hats.
January 21, 2024 at 1:48 pm
Nope… Indiana Jones
January 21, 2024 at 2:28 pm
…i do remember the days of men’s hats…dad and uncle joe and uncle pete…hmm….
January 21, 2024 at 3:49 pm
…and of course… Sam Spade!
January 21, 2024 at 4:06 pm
Len, where did you shoot the photo of the stalker?
The rat description brings back memories of 1984, yikes!
Len
January 21, 2024 at 7:11 pm
The stalker was shot at a tattoo parlour on Lakeshore, Port Credit. Apparently he just got out of prison. I forgot about 1984.
January 21, 2024 at 6:21 pm
A good read. Loads of fun and the photos are great
January 21, 2024 at 7:12 pm
John, this is the background for 52F:week 4.
January 22, 2024 at 1:26 am
Len great short store… but no picture of the pretty girl! Lve how you used old movie lines. Write us another!
January 22, 2024 at 3:16 am
Glad you enjoyed, Dave
January 22, 2024 at 6:55 am
Loved the gumshoe photos , especially 4.
I can see youâve been channeling Dirty Harry in your prose. Keep up the good work.
January 22, 2024 at 12:28 pm
Thanks Peter.