Click
17 Jul 2010 1 Comment
in what?
She walked down the blue-lit wet concrete, each step of her heels echoing off the shadowy concrete buildings with their click-click click-click. Even as a little girl she had loved the sound of heels. To her, they were the quintessential soundbyte of a femme fatale. During the day they said “I’m here!” At night…
As she passed the shadow of an alley she caught a movement in the corner of her left eye. Following her with his eyes was a man in a black leather jacket. She pretended that she didn’t see him, but walked a little faster. Click-click click-click click-click
She glanced back, and saw that he was walking in the same direction. She crossed to her right-hand side of the street, and began to walk in the direction from which she had come. Now behind her, the man stopped walking. He crossed to her side of the street. She turned left around the corner, pressed her back against the wet brick wall, removing one of her shoes. How could he not know that she had stopped walking; her shoes were no longer announcing the fact. In the sound gaps left by the silence of her shoes, she could hear the man’s insidious leather soles. As his steps slowed. As he stopped at the corner. Click.
Time hung mockingly in the air as the mist condensed on the nape of her neck.
BANG shot the gun as she knocked it out of his hand with her shoe, cutting his wrist with the sharp heel. She grabbed the pistol from his dazed grip and with it delivered a swift blow to his head.
