“Noir” is my most recent bit of writing. I wrote it last night while the episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation called “The Big Goodbye” was on in the background and I was feeling particularly doleful about personal matters. I consider it to be a bit of a spoof on a lot of the themes of your run-of-the-mill noir or hard-boiled detective story. It’s only thirty-six words long (yes, that’s 36), so it’s a pretty quick read. I chuckle when I read it, so I hope it’s at least good for that.
There is some strong language at the end of the story, so here’s the fair warning.
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Deep, weary sigh. Rubbing temples, considering pouring a few fingers of rum. A few pulls on a cigar would be nice. Looking in the mirror and seeing more white hair.
I’m sick of your bullshit, world.
Fictional Heuristics 