A kiss before dying, the desperate lurch before oblivion and the erotic click-clack of stilettos on pavement. Dank stairwells and silent corridors. Closed doors and hidden secrets. You break in and fall into a bottomless pool of black. Cut to a bare light-bulb burning on a current wired from hell. Lying on a steel-framed bed you stare through the bars of perdition at yourself, a wraith in a cracked mirror on the ceiling.
Tony D'ambra
excerpt from
Noir City Blues
2009
E.R Torre
Charles McGraw in
Narrow Margin
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