All posts filed under: Dribble

Makin’ a Livin’ Makin’ a Killin’ I: The Company You Keep | A Dribble

{ 50 words } They’re not exactly what you would call your friends.  More like associates.  They come with the profession, the rules – the lifestyle.  They wear expensive suits with black as the base color, matching the iron hidden beneath their suit coats.  Fair-haired women sometimes accompany them, dressed to impress, smiling uncertain smiles. Written: December 29, 2001. Originally published in February 2010 by blink-ink [defunct]. Copyright © 2001 – 2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved. brandonrucker.com | RuckerWrites | @RuckerWrites Amazon | Smashwords

Makin’ a Livin’ Makin’ a Killin’ II: The Other Life | A Dribble

{ 50 words } Sundays, his off day from the job, he is a practicing Catholic. At Mass his wife and young daughters accompany him. He looks over at his darling little ladies; both of them yellow-haired like their mother. He wants to provide a good life for them. And crime certainly does pay. Written: December 29, 2001. Copyright © 2001 – 2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved. brandonrucker.com | RuckerWrites | @RuckerWrites Amazon | Smashwords

Makin’ a Livin’ Makin’ a Killin’ III: For a Day’s Pay | A Dribble

{ 50 words } A man on his knees, begging for his life, mercy, anything as light glints off the pistol aimed at his sweat-beaded brow. Loud, bass-heavy music blares from the stereo as a cloud of smoke from marijuana and crack-cocaine lingers in the air. “Delinquent, again. We’ll have to consolidate your debts.” Written: December 29, 2001. Copyright © 2001 – 2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved. brandonrucker.com | RuckerWrites | @RuckerWrites Amazon | Smashwords

Unlikely I: The Beginning | A Dribble

{ 50 words } They started out as just mere acquaintances at work, then hanging out often, intimately sharing guarded details of their life stories, getting closer, closer still, eventually becoming best friends forever; an unlikely dynamic duo: the worldly black guy with the strange accent and the enlightened white gal with racist parents. Written January 1, 2002. © 2002-2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved. brandonrucker.com | RuckerWrites | @RuckerWrites Amazon | Smashwords

Unlikely II: The Middle | A Dribble

{ 50 words } She’s always on his mind, a ponderous thought of ascending emotions, spoiling his contentment as he imagines a different path of an unknown destiny with her. He could tell her the truth. He could walk up to her right now, take her face into his hands, and just say it. Written January 1, 2002. © 2002-2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved. brandonrucker.com | RuckerWrites | @RuckerWrites Amazon | Smashwords

Unlikely III: The End | A Dribble

{ 50 words } “You jerk!” she says, pushing him away, disgusted with him.  “I can’t believe you said that to me.  We can’t do this.  You can’t kiss me.  I can’t be your girlfriend.  It was all so perfect and now it’s ruined.  Why’d you say it?  Wasn’t my friendship enough for you?” Written January 1, 2002.  Originally published in February 2010 by blink-ink [defunct]. © 2002-2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved. brandonrucker.com | RuckerWrites | @RuckerWrites Amazon | Smashwords