Corpse

Living Hard: Consecutive Substack Story 1036

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Kiss the Corpse, huh? Jackie wondered.

Mickey joined the Prevost Posse, his initiation was Swallow the Whale and NASCAR.

Swallow a balloon of moonshine, steal a car, deliver to the chop.

Mickey demanded Jackie, his little brother, not join the gang.

Three years later, neighborhood was rougher. Prevost Posse evolved from kids with a parts operation to cooking, slingin’, enforcing.

Mickey had cold, see-through eyes now. 

In Southwest, they saw a cholo pimp slap a skinny junkie pro.

Trig got out, fronted, shot the guy.

Dragged him in an alley.

Pointed at Jackie.

Jackie froze.

Kiss the Corpse was literal.

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Based on a prompt from

Miguel S.

at The Fiction Dealer. Guess I gotta make this one free so all Miguel’s adoring fans can see it. A lot more Elmore Leonard than Stephen King, but that shouldn’t surprise regular readers.