Smart, like a slap to the face.
She suffered fools the way a cat strips feathers from a blackbird hauled indoors through the cat-flap.
When she spoke she held a man's attention, like a foot soldier's attention holds when the Field Marshall approaches down the line.
We'd met by chance, the kind of chance you'd have crossing Interstate 495 in rush hour wearing a blindfold.
It had to be a set-up, the kind of set-up Kasparov would only use on a fellow Grand Master.
I was suspicious obviously, the kind of suspicious a cop gets seeing a rucksack left on the subway.
But there was something about the dame I liked, something akin to the strawberry jam you find on top of Devon clotted cream on a warm scone that you hear about from Limeys.
Maybe it was the blue in her eyes, a blue you would normally only see in a mural when touring the Sistine Chapel?
Or was it that laugh that disarmed me like a Muhammad Ali left jab to my jaw?
Underneath I sensed a heart, albeit hidden the way an eye lens dropped in the Great Plains is hidden.
I managed to hold my nerve, the way a catcher holds a fastball from a Hall of Fame pitcher.
But inside I was shaking; palm trees in hurricane season shake less.
I was putty in her hands that day, putty moulded by a glazier after a bomb-blast.
She held me, not unlike ransomeware holds a bank database.
I knew if I stayed I would end up paying a price, a price only an Atlantic City loser would ever understand.
n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-Four prompt: Raymond Chandler similes.
You truly went for broke! Love it, Chris.
I’ve read Chandler since I was a kid, the kind of kid glove makers use to make hand coverings.
Thanks for letting me know you enjoyed it! It was a fun prompt today.
Haha! Enjoyed your reply as much as I enjoyed your verse. You are so welcome.
You really went to town on this one! I especially enjoyed:
‘But there was something about the dame I liked, something akin to the strawberry jam you find on top of Devon clotted cream on a warm scone that you hear about from Limeys’
‘I was putty in her hands that day, putty moulded by a glazier after a bomb-blast.’
Thank you, Kim. A town located somewhere in the middle of nowhere, where even the residents don’t know where they are. Glad you enjoyed it!
Chris, I loved every line here! This one had me guffawing: “Underneath I sensed a heart, albeit hidden the way an eye lens dropped in the Great Plains is hidden.”🤣
Thank you Romana. I am pleased it got you guffawing!! Long time since I have seen that word!
These are good. Good like a long cool gimlet after you just got run-over by a truck.
Got me chuckling! 🕺
Haha! Either you have done this before or you are a natural. This certainly moves along naturally.
I read a lot of Raymond Chandler, when I say a lot, I mean a parking lot.