Pistol Pete

Pistol Pete is waiting on Tommy Tune in the lobby of the Trip Fantastic. Plastic furniture and retro rugs, hotel right outta da fifties. Pete sits in the corner, hid behind the sports page, peeking over it every few ticks. Tommy be walking through any sec. Tommy the two-bit band leader. Tommy the turd. Tommy the truant. Tommy who ripped Yuletide Cheer off for 50 big ones. Tommy who Pete is here to collect. Pete pokes his peepers past the paper and pans the parlor for the poor piggy he's here to pick-up.

Originally posted on December 22, 2005 on Myspace.

Another prose fiction slice.