Written for The Unicorn Challenge
where we are asked to be creative in 250 words or less,
using this photo as our inspiration. Here is my story.
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It was Friday night and my paycheck was burning a hole in my pocket. As it turns out, my on again/off again boyfriend, Jagger, was off again so I was free as the proverbial bird. Just as well; I was getting tired of the slouch anyway. But it was New Yearâs Eve 1946 and I didnât want to be alone.
Anxious to hit the tables and ring in the new year, I got myself all dolled up in an outfit that was quite possibly illegal in 33 states â a lowcut slinky little black number with a high side slit, silk stockings with lacy garters and red satin stilettos. Maybe Iâd run into a high roller ready, willing and monetarily able to treat me to a bourbon, a thick juicy steak and a slice of pie a la mode.
I grabbed a taxi to the casino, the driver giving me the once-over in the rearview. I wasnât interested in any two-bit palooka so I played it cool. Averting my eyes, I glanced out the window, snuggled deeper into my fur coat and lit a Chesterfield. The smoke encircled my head and my bright red lipstick left a perfect kiss around the filter.Â
When we arrived, I tossed a fiver at the cabbie and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The staccato of my heels alerted the man in black .⊠Special Agent Sam Bishop.
âEvening, Candace. Youâre looking angelic, if you donât mind my saying. I donât suppose youâve heard from Jagger.â
NAR©2024
250 Words
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I love the detail in this and the intrigue!
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Thank you so much, Dawn! This was a lot of fun to write.
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Oh, this is wonderful, Nancy. I can see her in my head, so clearly.
I love the song too.
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Thank you so much, Chris! I really enjoyed writing this one.
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Spectacular writing!! Bravo!
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That’s a super comment, my friend. Thanks you!
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Ooo. This is good. Dark, mysterious, glamorous, great voice, and the endingâopens up so many possibilities.
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Thank you, Margaret. I think the film/fiction noir genre is fabulous and great fun to write about. I’m glad you enjoyed my story.
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Mom smoked Chesterfields all her adult life, and I don’t think they came with filters until much later, and I think the filter ones went over like a lead balloon (Chesterfield 101, “a silly millimeter longer”). The straights were rough….
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Truly have no idea, John. I wanted a name that was immediately recognizable as from that time period and Chesterfield was the one that came to mind first!âI thought about changing filter to tip but in the end, left it as it was.
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Surprised it wasn’t Camel or Lucky Strike đ
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Great stuff Nancy.
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Thanks, Di. Very much appreciated!
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Excellent
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Thanks, Dylan. I’m glad you enjoyed my little tribute to noir fiction.
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Love it, Nancy.
I was right there, snuggling into that fur coat and lighting the Chesterfield.
Brilliantly atmospheric.
Imagining the rest now…
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Will Candace warn Jagger?
Is she working for the Feds?
Can Bishop be trusted?
What’s Jagger been up to?
Will Candace twist an ankle in her stilettos and be sidelined for 3 months?
Anything’s possible!
Thanks so much, Jenne. As you see, I’m having a lot of fun with this!
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Such a great ending, Nancyđ
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Thank you, Cindy. I changed it twice before making up my mind.
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You’re so welcome.. the hands of perfectionđ
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Oh my, this is good! You certainly know how set the scene and leave us wanting more. As for the musical accompaniment – simply perfect!
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Thanks so much, Keith! I really enjoy writing these noir-type stories. Reading comments such as yours makes me think I should do it more often.
Mille grazie!
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Another new name to me. A top-notch blues guitarist though.
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Thanks for noticing the music, Glyn. It adds a lot to my stories, I think.
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Ah, so many possibilities right about now…
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Yeah, this was fun to write.
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Great lead up. Truly enjoyed, Nancy.
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Thanks so much, Grace.
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My pleasure đ
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Still recovering from one of your characters being called Jagger, as is one of our grandsons, đ
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Perhaps subconsciously influenced by the choice of song from your story? It’s a great name, I must agree.
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The crowd cadences (stilettos tapping a hesitant approach, wingtips an inpatient bass line, all in the key of frosted-glass doors and worn marble floors):
(Noir ‘n pulp, noir ‘n pulp)
“Bless us Marlowe, we hope to sin…”
fun ‘corn
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I love this stuff, you know? It speaks to me.
Thanks, C
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yes perhapsâyou could do a whole story ? đ
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Perhaps. I have some ideas.
Thanks again! đ©¶
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A Nancy Noir!
Too cool!
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Merci beaucoup!
I can dig it!
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Nice lead up to a mystery ? An excellent lead on to a story. Very nicely done.đ
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Thank you, Willow!
I really love writing in that film noir style and should do it more often.
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A very interesting setup here.
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Thanks, Sadje! Glad you enjoyed my story.
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Youâre most welcome
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