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Date | CB 1-Shots | View | Read the... |
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08/12/18 | Black Velvet | (Blog) (Forum) | Disclaimer |
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T | Guns; innuendo. |
A knock came from the apartment's front door, and the tall, ebony woman placed her book on the table next to her wing chair. Reaching in a drawer, she withdrew a nine millimeter and approached the door silently. Standing to one side, she placed the barrel over the peephole, and in a rich voice with a hint of French, she asked, "Who is it?"
"Ms. U'tra?" came the answer. "It's Sally. Mrs. Flowers sent me."
Still pointing the gun through the peephole, she opened the door halfway and said, "Miss Mustang? I wasn't expecting you today."
"I wasn't expecting to be here today either," answered Mustang, "but Mrs. Flowers said her need was quite urgent. And Ms. U'tra, I've told you that you can call me Sally."
Opening the door fully and waving Sally in with her gun, she walked towards her kitchen, and called back, "When we know each other better, I shall, but if it makes you more comfortable, you may call me Violet."
Stepping inside and closing the door behind her, Sally walked as far as the living room, and stood waiting. "But would it make you comfortable?"
From the kitchen, Violet said, "As far as is in my control, I do not allow what makes me uncomfortable. People know my stage name of 'African Violet,' so please: 'Violet' to you." Coming back into the living room with two cups of coffee, she handed one to Sally and said, "So why has May sent you? She has been my employer for several years, but our understanding has always been that my free time would be mine alone. What is so urgent?"
Finishing a big gulp of her coffee, Sally shook her head slightly. "I don't know really. All she said was to tell you that she has need of 'Black Velvet.'"
Violet stiffened slightly. "'Black Velvet?' You are certain this is what she said?"
"Well, yes, but--"
Taking Sally's cup, Violet sat both cups down on an end table. "You should have led with that. We are wasting time."
Sally was taken off guard. "Well, I--"
Violet reached behind her, brought her gun out of her waist holster, checked it, and said, "Is she with you?"
"Yes, out in the--"
"Let's go," said Violet, steering Sally towards the door with a hand on her shoulder.
They left and got in the front of a black Lincoln Continental. "May," Violet said politely. "It is time?"
"It is," answered May. "Sally, we're on the way to see Amanda Coney."
"The Canary?" she asked.
May made a disapproving face.
"Sorry," said Sally. "It's how I've always known her, but I don't know why she got that name."
"Because it's appropriate," May sighed.
"How so?" asked Sally.
"Because she sings like one," May said tiredly, "both in her performances, and in spreading information."
Sally raised an eyebrow at Violet as they pulled away. Violet just smiled slightly while staring out the windshield.
Please let me know what you think, and thanks! -cb | Originally Presented In: SBS #1. |
Story and characters owned by Chris Bishop, copyright 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022.
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