MAKING IT REAL - DES NNOCHIRI
Tessio'd always said Nico was a dreamer, a wannabe. A country club socialite in $30 slacks from Wal-Mart.
Punching above his weight. That's how Nico preferred to think of it.
And, if he hadn't taken this job - if he hadn't whacked the Scalini brothers (punched their ticket, as it were) - would he be here, now, in a penthouse suite at The Majestic? Would Mr. Santoro be on his way up from the lobby, right now, to thank him personally?
I don't think so.
Nico looked over the room again. Champagne: check. Frosted glasses: check. Finger sandwiches: ditto.
Everything looked fine.
One, niggling little doubt. That ticket stub he'd left, at the scene of the shooting. But, that wouldn't be a problem, surely?
Ah. There was the knock, at the door.
BIO: Desmond (Des) Nnochiri was born on May 13th, 1965 to the family of Ambassador Pascal Nnochiri, of the Nigerian Foreign Service. He spent his early years traveling with his parents, and was educated in England, the USA, and the Republic of Ireland (Eire). A film buff and avid reader, he spent several years at the Architectural Association in London, England - where multiple disciplines and mixed media are a way of life. He writes freelance now, and has taken his first steps into the world of screenwriting.
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2 comments:
Des, I believe in the phrase, especially when it comes to writing, of "leave them wanting more."
You left me wanting more.
busted..whoops. tight write.
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