Our gracious host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers asks us to use the photo below as inspiration to write creatively in 100 words or less while making every word count. This is my flash.
Word on the street was Louie βNo Noseβ Lombardo was sprung from the slammer. He must have sung like a canary whistling a sweet ballad to earn his βget out of jail freeβ card.
His early release spelled big trouble; not only was Louie seeking revenge for his disfigurement and incarceration, he got wind that his sworn enemy Tony βThe Cutterβ Tedesco had been sniffing around his wife while he was doing time. Yeah, that rat bastard Tony gave new meaning to the term βdouble-crossβ.
Louie and Tony werenβt always enemies. In fact, when they were kids they were inseparable, like brothers. They would ride their bikes down to the empty lot where theyβd scrounge around for discarded cigarette butts with just enough life left for a couple of drags. They played stickball in the street with a broom handle and a Spaldeen. During the summer theyβd jump on the rear bumper of a bus or truck and snag a free ride to Orchard Beach, laughing and holding on for dear life. When they got close, theyβd jump off and sneak onto the beach through an opening in the fence.Β
Tonyβs father, Tommaso Tedesco, was the mob mortician for Tedesco Brothers Funeral Home and you better believe he knew where the bodies were buried. He wasnβt called βTheUndertakerβ for nothing. Sometimes Tony and Louie would sneak in after a wake to check the big sofa cushions for loose change.Β
One day around Christmas Louie got nabbed in Woolworthβs Five and Dime trying to shoplift an angel ornament for his mother. When the store manager realized Louieβs father was the owner of Lucaβs Ristorante, a well-known mob hangout, he looked the other way. He let Louie keep the ornament saying βHe didnβt want any troubleβ. He even gave Louie a paper bag filled with Christmas candy.
Louieβs father Luca Lombardo was the finest chef of authentic Italian food in the entire tri-state area and was held in high regard by the members of La Cosa Nostra. Luca knew what side his bread was buttered on; he kept the restaurant open late for syndicate bosses like Rocco βThe Rocketβ Randazzo. He and his soldiers were welcome at Lucaβs any day, any time. It was a discreet, safe place and the police looked the other way.
For the first 19 years of their lives nothing or no one could come between Louie and Tony β that is until Rocco brought his daughter Rosanna to Lucaβs restaurant. Rosanna could render even the toughest wise guy powerless. She was a vixen with long chestnut hair, flawless bronze skin, smoky green eyes and a body that could melt the mozzarella right off your pizza.
Rosanna was a real tease and Tony and Louie fell hard. She hooked up with both, enjoying the game of pitting them against each other, watching their animosity grow like angry dogs fighting over a bone. After stringing them along for over a year, Rosanna finally chose Louie.
Rocco gave the couple his blessing along with an extravagant wedding, a lavish honeymoon in Italy, a beautiful house and a bundle of money. Now that Louie was Rosannaβs husband, it wasnβt long before Rocco brought him into the family βbusinessβ. Seven months after the wedding, Rosanna had a baby and her jilted lover Tony was invited to the christening party. Louie paraded Rosanna around the room on his arm like a trophy while Rocco proudly displayed his first grandson. And all Tony could think about was whether he was the father of Rosannaβs baby and not her husband Louie.
The cacophony of music, laughter and cheering mixed with the crazy thoughts in his head was getting to Tony big time; he lost it and went ape shit. Tony and Louie started fighting. Pushing and shoving led to punches, then the switchblades came out. Suddenly Tonyβs brother Angelo lunged at Rocco and Louie intervened, protecting his father-in-law by fatally stabbing Angelo. Seeing his brother murdered was the final blow for Tony; howling like an animal, he whirled around and sliced off most of Louieβs nose.Β
At his trial for Angeloβs stabbing death, Louie was charged with manslaughter and sent up the river to Dannemora. Rocco, indebted to Louie for saving his life, told him to sit tight and heβd take care of everything. βWhatever you want, Iβll make it happenβ Rocco pledged. Louie whispered in his ear and Rocco replied βConsider it done.β
Rocco called in some favors, greased a few palms and made the Governor an offer he couldnβt refuse by reminding him of the sex scandal that Rocco made disappear. It all fell into place nicely; Louie was pardoned and released.
Two weeks later Louie was staring at a portrait of Tony next to his closed casket at Tedesco Brothers Funeral Home. The photo of his one-time best friend had to suffice; after being blown to bits by a car bomb, there was nothing left of Tony to look at.
I was jogging down the marina boardwalk one day last week, my two loyal yellow labs, Daisy and Molly, right by my side. It had been quite a while since we were out together like this and the warm sun felt great on my face. I had locked myself away in my apartment after the death of my beloved black lab, Duke, only taking the girls out when necessary.
But that day I looked at them and realized how my melancholy had affected them. They had become as listless and lost as I. Well, this wasnβt fair to anyone β staying cooped up inside mourning β so off we went on that beautiful day in May. At first it felt like forced fun, just not right being at our favorite place without our buddy, Duke. We started out slowly, three sad sacks just moseying down by the sea, but soon the smell of saltwater and the spray of the ocean began to invigorate us and we picked up our pace.
βYeah, we needed this, girls. Itβs good to be back outside, isnβt it?β and Daisy and Molly looked up at me, their big brown eyes happy again.
We rounded a curve in the boardwalk and off in the distance I noticed a big Cadillac with tinted windows parked outside one of the warehouses. We drew closer and I saw the chauffeur leaning against the car, working on his tan. As we jogged by, the guy yelled out βYo, pal! Looks like you lost your dog.β
Caught off guard by his statement, I stopped abruptly, nearly tumbling over the girls. With a quizzical expression on my face, I looked at the guy. Without saying a word, he pointed to the leash I had tied around my waist β Dukeβs leash β for old timeβs sake.
βOh, thisβ I said somewhat sheepishly, and before I realized what was happening, I told this total stranger my sad story about Duke.
To my utter disbelief this hulking goon of a guy broke down like a baby, telling me about his dog that died when he was a kid. Just then the door to the warehouse flew open and a couple of very large, intimidating men came out followed by a short squatty guy chomping on a cigar and sporting the most ridiculous toupee Iβd ever seen.
This little guy was obviously the boss. He walked around the back of the car and stood there shaking his head. βMama mia, Bruno, itβs been twenty-plus years since Spot died. I get it. Iβm a dog lover myself but enoughβs enough. This happens every friggin time. Now say bye bye to the nice doggies and get in the car.β
Wiping his nose on his sleeve, Bruno did as instructed. It was only when the car door opened that I spotted the lustrous black lab in the front seat and my heart stopped for a second.
βPapaβs here, Leonardoβ said the man with the toupee. βAndiamo, Bruno! Letβs go home.β