Friday 28 August 2009

TURNING A CORNER - by Christopher Grant


That dumbfuck Duane is on the corner, thinking he owns it. You can just see that he's stoned to the gills on his own shit but he thinks he's okay to be slinging. If only everyone on the crew was as stupid as he is, I'd have this entire block, Terrence thinks, sitting in his Escalade and watching from the mouth of an alley.

This block is a major component of Andre's territory and, with it, Terrence could start making huge inroads on wiping Andre and his soldiers completely off the map.

His phone rings, he digs it out of his pocket and flips it open. It's on speaker. Anything anyone has to say to him is fine for his companion's consumption. Terrence doesn't say a word and all they hear is, "Watch." The caller hangs up. Terrence wears a confused look, glances over at his driver and right-hand man, Aaron, who just shrugs.

They've got a front row seat as, across the street, what the caller was apparently talking about materializes. A pair of black-clad triggermen, carrying Tech-9s, pistols in their waistbands, are sneaking up on dumbfuck Duane.

"Who the fuck is this?" Terrence asks Aaron.

"New players in town," Aaron says, his piece out, up and drilling a hole through Terrence's skull.

Dumbfuck Duane is so stoned he either doesn't hear or doesn't fear the gunshot. His crew takes off running for their pieces, hidden atop the tires of nearby cars.

The triggermen come around the corner and put Duane down immediately, his body twitching with the hits as he goes to the sidewalk, dying before he hits the concrete. Duane's crew, having watched their boss just take a hail of bullets, and despite being strapped themselves, scatter to the four winds.

Christopher Grant is the editor and publisher of A Twist Of Noir and a writer of crime fiction. His stories can be found at Thrillers, Killers 'N' Chillers, Powder Burn Flash and The Flash Fiction Offensive.


  1. Very poignant, Chris.
    Could have been any of ten thousand cities across the globe this.
    Just say!

  2. You are on a roll Chris, creating so many great and believable characters. Top stuff again.

  3. Thanks, Col, and, yeah, it could have been in any city in the world. I think that's what makes this story such a universal one. Everyone's seen it or heard about it or lived it.

    Alan, thanks for the compliments. There are times when I have to ask myself where it comes from. There are other times when I have to ask myself where it's gone to. Thankfully, the latter are few and far between.

  4. That dumbfuck Duane really was a dumbfuck eh? slick write chris.

  5. Thanks, Michael.

    If Dumbfuck Duane wasn't dead and a drug slinger before he caught lead, he'd be the guy that you go out for drinks with that insists he can hold his liquor and who ends up puking all over the interior of your car, which, as it so happens, you just had clean that morning.

    "I'm okay. I got it, man. Trust me. Blarrgh!"

    Sure, Duane.

  6. A sharp piece, nice work Mr. Grant.

  7. bizness is bizness! I liked Duane though!