Frank… eight

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FRANK

by Abe & the Elum

 

Frank had lost himself in the maze of streets. He kinda knew where he was as the crow flew, but the way his luck was going his crow was roadkill.

As he walked down the dusty pavements he formulated plan after plan, each one as unrealistic as the last. Finally he happened upon a bank and decided to start from the beginning, If he knew how much he had in his account he would know how far he could run….. while he still had legs.

The result left him chewing over his memory, trying to figure out what the hell he had spent the five thousand on.

The eight hundred he had would get him far enough away to be caught by Eddie, the paper trail would be so obvious. Not even enough money for a decent stroll Frank thought as he folded the notes and placed them in his canvas wallet. He looked around to satisfy himself no one was checking him out and moved off in the direction of home.

He needed time to think. Time to come up with some damn solution that leave him alive and relatively in one piece. He took the dead womans packet of cigarettes from his pocket, took one and lit it. The smoke made him dizzy for a second but the feeling was good…fuck this he thought as he exhaled and drew on the cigarette again, fuck it all, there must be a way out of all this…..

He felt his phone vibrate. He looked a the screen. A message. From Eddie……..FUCK!

TBC…

Frank… seven

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FRANK

by Abe & the Elum

 

The first Frank knew that the little shit of a dog was on his trail was the ticking of the claws on the floor. He could hear it trying to build momentum on the shiny tiling and Frank did not want that dog anywhere near him. He hated dogs at the best of times and this one he had a special pot of loathing for.

Trinket snarled like a spoilt brat gaining on the hapless Frank who was torn between heading for the back door fire escape, or heading into the Gents toilet. He chose the back door figuring he could out pace that little ball of turd once in the back alley way.

As Frank ran down the dingy hallway the smell of the toilets caught his nose and he fleetingly wondered if the toilets were that  bad,what the hell was the kitchen like? Trinket began to gain on Frank who had reached the back door and who was pushing the release bar as hard as possible. The thing had jammed and Frank shoved  violently, cussing as he did so. As he noticed someone had scratched in the paintwork that,’Marcie did good blowjobs’ the door opened and Frank found himself out in the dawn sunshine. He blinked several times before running as fast as he could down the alley way.

Seconds later Trinket was standing  in the doorway of the bar and grill barking fiercely. The creature failed to notice the door slamming back and squealed loudly as its tail was caught between dorr and frame….

Frank was unaware of what had happened as he turned into the main street but was smiling at the thought that that little fuck was obviously in pain…….

TBC…

Frank… six

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FRANK

by Abe & the Elum

 

As Frank rose from his seat he accidentally nudged the table so the cutlery chinked and the table legs scraped loudly on the terracotta tiled floor. The two teenage girls who were sitting next to him stifled giggles and glanced at each other, leaning in to share some secret joke, presumably at Franks expense.
Eddie was watching and that damn dog was still baring those little white bastard teeth. Frank now wished he had eaten his eggs, at least as a condemned man he would have had a last meal.

The door from the kitchen opened and the plump waitress Frank had thought looked mildly like the love child of Marilyn Munroe and John Malkovich entered the dining area carrying a tray of pancakes and maple syrup covered in ice cream. Chewing her now tasteless gum she yelled out,’Who ordered the number fifty seven?’…………

A middle aged couple replied with a muted acknowledgement and the waitress pushed passed Eddie. Trinket snarled at the waitress who berated Eddie about keeping his dog under control.

Frank meanwhile  had slipped unnoticed from his table and was quietly heading for the toilets…..almost within door handle reach Eddie had caught sight of Frank and tutted. He set the little dog down and calmly said to it,’Go get him’………………….

TBC…

Frank… five

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FRANK

by Abe & the Elum

 

Frank had known Eddie since they were kids but knew he was the type of man who had no time for sentimentality. Given enough money he would no doubt hold his mother by the ankles over the highest bridge in town, drop in her the river below and walk away patting his damn dog.

And then there was the dog.

Frank considered Trinket to be a nasty snappy little shit who would bite yer hand off given half a chance. Age had not mellowed this example of the normally placid breed. Somewhere deep in the dogs pysche was a crazy mad person hell bent on fucking over every damn person they met.

Frank saw Trinket catch his eye. The little four legged fuck baring its teeth at him. Eddie looked over in Franks direction and nodded towards the door. Frank acknowledged Eddie and edged out of his seat…..

TBC…

Frank… four

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FRANK

by Abe & the Elum

 

Frank sat in Deanos Bar & Grill mulling over his conversation with his boss. He stubbed his cigarette out in the fried eggs he had ordered.

Given that the Boss had said,”I’m gonna get Eddie the Torturer & Trinket to break every fucking bone in your scum bag body”, the Boss had seemed in quite a good mood. Frank smiled ironically as he exhaled the last of his cigarette smoke.

The door to Deanos eased open and a large bald headed man wearing a shabby brown leather coat, carrying a small white haired dog in his arms oozed into the place.

Eddie as early, Frank observed……..

TBC…

Frank… three

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FRANK

by Abe & the Elum

 

Frank stared in disbelief. He had watched death come visit this woman in the guise of a black sedan that had ripped her soul from her body. Now all that was left was silence, save for the occassional ‘tink’ of rain drops hitting some aluminium dustbin lid close by.

Frank stood looking at the body some twenty feet from him. She was lying half on the pavement, half in the road. He had been under strict instructions not to lose the woman. Now he had done more than that, she was dead. And it dawned on Frank all the fall out would come his way.

He ran to the body and searched her bag.

For what? For anything, some clue as to what was going on. The bag had held nothing he didn’t expect to find. He searched her coat only finding a packet of cigarettes which he stuffed in his inside pocket.The stale smell of alcohol was all over her clothes and he stood, partially because of this, but also because he felt nauseous at the sight of her slowly whitening face.

He heard a police siren far off echoing around the empty streets.’Comng this way?’, Frank thought. Wherever it was going he was heading in the other direction. He chose South, and walked away, fast.

His mobile rang. Looking at who the caller was Frank grimmaced and tried to estimate how much running away money he had left in his account.

“Hi Boss”, Frank answered…..

TBC…

Frank… two

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FRANK

by Abe & the Elum

 

Frank watched the woman turn the corner at the end of the street and disappear from view. He could hear her high heels clicking on the paving so he knew where she was.  He debated wringing his sock out from the dousing it had suffered from the puddle but knew it was pointless. So he upped his pace so he could at least keep the woman in sight.

As he reached the corner a black sedan eased by him. Inside were two guys who looked worse than their fotofits. Frank felt a drip of wtaer trickle down the nape of his neck. He moved off, glancing back to see where the car had gone. As he did so he saw it turning back in his direction. Frank began a trot that tried not to give away the fact he was on to them. He heard the car, an automatic, kick down a gear, and rev wildly.

Frank had felt fear before, and he knew he was experiencing it now. Like when he was a kid of the streets and all the kids would put a match between their fingers, light it, and see who could let it burn down furthest before yelping….He ran, but the car had gathered speed, more than Frank was ever capable of.

“This is it”, he thought, as he watched the sedan career passed him, climb the pavement and plow into the woman he was following.

She rose in the air like a rag doll and was dead before she hit the tarmac. The sedan raced away into the night leaving Frank alone in the street…..

TBC…