ChuckleVision Noir

The strike of metal from my boot heels reverberated around the empty streets as I ran; the city’s filth discarded in the alleyways conspiring to impede my escape. My pursuer was close now. I could feel my breath shortening. Not long. Around a corner and stay silent… The long shadow cast by the cop shortened as he stooped closer to where I’d holed up. It was over, I’d have to take my licks like a man. I dragged myself out from behind the trash can and stepped purposefully around the corner… into the barrel of his 9mm. ‘Oh dear’ I thought. ‘Oh dear, oh dear’. ‘Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear’.