Thumbs Riley was a two-bit
hood who just barely made his bones by running over the dry cleaner he was
supposed to whack for not paying his vig for two weeks. The Boss, Big Tony,
thought that Thumbs was smarter than he thought and when word got out in the
neighborhood that the dry cleaner got whacked by being run over it was big news
and cut the shortage of people suddenly forgetting their protection money.
Thumbs found out where Big
Tony got his clothes and went and had two suits made like Big Tony—ties and
pocket handkerchiefs the same.
Consuela, Big Tony’s
bookkeeper, was a babe so no one would be anything less than proud to have her
on his arm. They became an item and every morning Consuela would type up a
report on Thumbs.
9am coffee and sinkers at
10:30 both at Big Tony’s’
11:30 Thumbs to follow Marty
and Consuela to follow Thumbs.
11.33 Thumbs hustles down
the stairs and jumps in his car and tails Marty.
1137 Consuela loses Thumbs
and calls in to Big Tony.
1142 Big Tony tells her to
230pm Thumbs shows up with
a fat lip and black eye.
240 Thumbs tells Big Tony
that he wants permission to take a couple of guys and off Marty.
3pm Big Tony gives his
Noon-Big Tony’s 3 thugs get
a call that Marty’s in the restaurant, Italiana,
1220 Thumbs and the 2
associates enter through the kitchen. Thumbs sends one guy around the front to
ask for Marty in a loud voice.
1223 Marty stands and
Thumbs shoots him and the two guys.
1 pm Thumbs becomes a
Paul Beckman’s latest flash collection, Kiss
Kiss (Truth Serum Press) was a finalist for the 2019/2020 Indie Book
Awards. Some of his stories appeared in Spelk, Connotation Press,
Necessary Fiction, Litro, Pank, Playboy, WINK,
Jellyfish Review, and The Lost Balloon. He had a story selected
for the 2020 National Flash Fiction Day Anthology Lineup and was short listed
in the Strands International Flash Fiction Competition. Paul curates the FBomb
NY flash fiction reading series monthly in KGB’s Red Room (Currently Virtual).
If Charles Addams,
Edgar Allan Poe, and Willy Wonka sired a
bastard child it would be the fat asthmatic by the name of Michael D. Davis. He has been called warped by dear friends and a freak by
passing strangers. Michael started drawing cartoons when he was ten, and his
skill has improved with his humor, which isn’t saying much. He is for the most
part self-taught, only ever crediting the help of one great high school art
teacher. His art has been shown at his local library for multiple years only
during October due to its macabre nature. If you want to see more of Michael’s
strange, odd, weird, cartoons you can follow him on Instagram at