Kliff Killer Paragraph One

Posted: July 16, 2015 in Short Stories
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The opening paragraph to Kliff Killer, a story I’ve been working on so long I don’t even remember where the idea came from. If the intrigue grabs you, leave a comment and I’ll post more. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

The door opens. A man, eclipsing the streetlight’s shine into our dark little world, lumbers in as he scans the room. Cleaning glasses behind the bar, I keep an eye on him not out of fear for our safety, but for his own. As he steps up to the bar stools, most of the patrons ignore him and his forced aura of bravado.They continue their conversations and drinks as he glances around the bar. He then pulls out a stool and, unfortunately for him, sits next to Kliff. Big mistake. This large, celestial body is quickly cut down as Kliff kicks the chair from under his grandiose form. As his chin cracks on the bar, blood begins to drip from his jaw. He makes the most wonderful thud on the ground, slamming the back of his head on my newly mopped hardwood floor. By the time he realizes what’s happened, Kliff is standing over him, one hand holding his slick silver desert eagle, Marduk, and the other holding our large guest’s wanted poster. Little did the rest of us know or care, our newest and shortest bar companion just happens to be John Clip, famous in about 5 other states for some of the most senseless and brutal shooting murders over the last 6 months. By the time I finished my recollection of who this gentleman was, my floor received a fresh coat of red paint…I figured as much. Kliff, ever the honest and just customer, gives me my normal fee for housing him and allowing a perfect location to murder for money and quite easily drags the large lug to the backroom to call the petitioner of the bounty. Just another day at 224.

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