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April 16, 2008

David: Two Paths

The pistol was heavy in Manny’s hoodie pocket as he entered the diner. “Last Chance Eats” read the sign above the door. He paused just inside and checked for cops like his homies in the Barrio Boys had told him. Other than the waitress behind the counter, the joint was empty.

Manny’s heart pounded. His sweaty palms slicked his grip on the pistol. It was now or never, Manny thought. Do this and he’s in. It’s the only way out. He pulled out the revolver.

The waitress looked up, unfazed. “Welcome to the Last Chance. How can I help you?”

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Comments

A whole series of short stories, each featuring a different "last chance." Get right on that, why don't ya.

Posted by: Stacy at April 16, 2008 7:48 PM · Permalink

Already working on it. There's a gas station and motel, too.

I could use a fourth thing to fill out the intersection, actually.

Posted by: David at April 16, 2008 10:58 PM · Permalink

Town Hall?

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at April 17, 2008 7:41 AM · Permalink

Pawn shop?

Posted by: ree at April 17, 2008 12:31 PM · Permalink

A diner, a gas station, a motel, and....

Bar is the obvious choice.

Hm, I vote for Police Station.

Posted by: Stacy at April 17, 2008 1:30 PM · Permalink

The trick is to avoid stealing directly from Spider Robinson.

Posted by: David at April 18, 2008 1:00 AM · Permalink

sheriff's office instead of police station...gives it a more desolate feel

Posted by: Ted Bronson at April 18, 2008 10:27 PM · Permalink