Détective Noir et La Trapèze by Ryan Licata
He awoke tied ten feet off the ground to one of the poles in her act, his head aching, and, the worst of it, his coat missing. A spotlight came on, blinding him. Shielding his eyes he spotted her, in penumbra, a tightrope away, her long, shapely legs glitzy in tights stretching out from under his coat. Then the spotlight took to her completely. And she stepped out, onto the rope, her balance out-of-this-world, loosening a button with every step she made, until, by the middle of her act, she was done with it. He marvelled, as his coat fell.
the Détective Noir quartet is complete,
a quartet of style, a quartet of crime
- each unique.
Illustration like the criminal mind cannot be pinned down.
Great pictures and words. Its nice to have a front row seat! Magic use and choice of color. Goes to show
being outfoxed can definitely have it’s perks.