ChuckleVision Noir

The darkness hit me like a freight train. My world became a suffocating kaleidoscope of distorted sounds, fleeting colour and retreating senses. I was conscious, perhaps for only a second, of my diminishing grip and that my quarry was slipping from grasp. The fading pad of footsteps confirmed my suspicions. I sank towards the floor.

Dejected, I reached up to pull the paint pot off my head. I should have recognised the sound of the swanny whistle when I slammed my foot into that loose plank during my little intimidation routine. Damn. Rookie mistake. Always duck early.

I’d have to buy a new hat now. This one was ruined.