Détective Noir di Ryan Licata
From his ninth storey window the city lights, on and off, created a mosaic against the night. He swigged neat whiskey from a tumbler, staring in at all those well-lit apartments. In rooms and kitchens, against curtains drawn, he could see the cut-out silhouettes of people having their parties. Women, their necks thrown back, mouths agape, laughing their heads off; and men, hanging up their dinner jackets, loosening their neckties, smoking short-cropped cigars. He smoked one himself, raised his drink. Let them have their fun with the lights on, for later, in the dark, he knew it would be murder.
Notes
Questa è la prima storia di Ryan, del ciclo Detective Noir, la prima che ha scritto (avevo pubblicato la prima, Detective Noir et la Chatte, già un po’di tempo fa qui). È stata idea sua quella di dare al detective le mie sembianze. Comunque nelle prossime settimane, un po’ alla volta, voglio completare tutto il ciclo.
drink, drink to the lees!
Good story with many alternative possibilities. ‘murder’ through disagreement from what has been or what could be as a result of human interaction? Where will it lead? Awaiting the next twist along the pathway through the maze that is life!