Serial Killer Still At Large..(tin cat series #1)

The daily headlines read the same for weeks on end; Serial Killer Still At Large; no leads.

Living in a less than affluent section of New Orleans the headlines disturbed me along with my neighbors. People

began pairing up for everyday activities. Husbands jogged with their wives in the morning instead of reading the

Sports Section, brothers walked sisters and mothers to schools and grocery stores, my best male friend even took to

escorting me to and fro from my job as a cocktail waitress at the Tin Cat Pub. The Pub was somewhat high end for

sort of club that it was, but my friend Alphonse faithfully waited for me every morning when I got off at 3am.

 

I made very good money at the Cat, and the boss was great for allowing unscheduled smoke breaks. It was during one

of these breaks that I would sprint the four blocks down to the Diamond Dog Saloon where the married men that had just

paid me small fortunes for lap dances went to mellow out before going home to their unsuspecting wives. It was a

simple act of timing that lead them to me as I hid in the shadows of the dark alley where I purred “ready for a freebee

Big Boy?” I don’t believe I’ve ever had a refusal, looking back on the old newspapers it appears I did not. I did give

them a heads up so to speak, I always whispered in their ears at the Tin Cat “here the kitties purr, but beware of dogs

in packs, they’ll rip your throat out” and it just aroused them more.

 

After ripping out “Neil from Spokane”s throat I looked to Alphonse, “You got the disposal covered?”

“I sure do sweet thing,”

“Don’t forget to leave the ring finger and head for the newspapers”

“Do I evah? See ya at the Cat at 3” as he sauntered off to his riverfront alligator farm.

 
 

 

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Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 13, 2010 at 2:01pm
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awe shucks you guys…
Comment by Jeanette Cheezum on April 13, 2010 at 1:04pm
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Great imagination. Very vivid.
Comment by Salvatore Buttaci on April 13, 2010 at 12:59pm
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You are a very very clever writer. Loved this!
Comment by Travis Smith on April 13, 2010 at 12:54pm
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Gruesome with a comedic twist – nicely done
Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 13, 2010 at 11:31am
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hmmm. would have to work in your fantasy spa piece to pull this one off….I’ll think on it
Comment by Edward Dean on April 13, 2010 at 11:09am
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Big HA, pretty lady! If you ever get me to an alligator farm, those critters need to be skinned for a new pair of boots for me. (and matching luggage would be good.)

Psst; This blog would make a GREAT short (or more) story gal. Go for it!

Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 13, 2010 at 10:35am
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I did have Mr. Dean on my mind when I wrote this…I should’ve made him alphonse
Comment by Coraline J. Thompson on April 13, 2010 at 10:22am
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What a sexy way to kill! I LOVED IT!
Comment by Edward Dean on April 13, 2010 at 8:31am
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Here, kitty, kitty! 🙂
Slice of life; gory humor; great twist!
Good write Alisa.
Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 13, 2010 at 7:50am
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thanx Rachel, this was so lame I’m embarassed.

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