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ST. MONICA

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Β© Ayr/Gray

Frank Rogan, a huge man with a fearsome-looking scar down the side of his face, hoisted himself out of the police car; ice blue eyes cold as death stared at his detective.

β€œWhat’s up, Finney?”

β€œIt’s them Italian boys, Chief, the ones from the projects. We nabbed β€˜em!”

β€œWhere are they?”

β€œIn the tunnels below St. Monica’s.”

Shoving his way passed the detective, Rogan stepped into the dank tunnel; it reeked of urine, paint and hopelessness. At the bottom of the steps were two patrolmen, hands firmly detaining two scared boys. A third boy leaned against the wall, hands thrust deep in his pockets, cap low on his forehead.

β€œWell, if it ain’t Nicky Pisano and his two stinkin’ turds.”

The cops laughed; Rogan ordered they take the two boys back to the police car. β€œYou too, Finney. Me and Nicky got business to take care of.”

Once alone, Rogan shoved Nicky to the ground. β€œYou and your bastard ginzo friends have been busy down here, Nicky, desecrating the church. Now you’re gonna pay for this sullying.”

Rogan loomed over Nicky. β€œYou’re one of them pretty boys, ain’t ya? You look like your mother sprawled on her back.” Rogan sneered, his hand rubbing the scar on his face.

Nicky roared and sprang to his feet but Rogan was ready, grabbing Nicky by the neck.

β€œUp against the wall or on your knees, pretty boy – however you like it.”

Unbearable pain seared through Rogan’s groin as Nicky’s shiv found its mark.

NAR Β© 2023
250 Words

Authors’ Note: St. Monica is the patron saint of wayward children and troubled boys.

The Unicorn Challenge – 07/07/2023

23 thoughts on “ST. MONICA”

    1. Thanks much, Jenne! The graphic was dark this time around; I got the feeling there weren’t too many happy things going on in those tunnels.
      I’m rather fond of the ending, myself. The big galoot got it where it’ll do the most damage. He’ll never hurt another person that way again.

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