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A Good Clean, A Harsh Clean
A Good Clean, A Harsh Clean
A Good Clean, A Harsh Clean
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A Good Clean, A Harsh Clean

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A man walks into a bar, his hands smelling of bleach. All he wants is a drink and an alibi, but what he gets is an encounter with a loud, old man. As they talk he realizes they share a very personal and very dangerous link.

A short story for fans of Dark, edgy and Noir fiction.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 10, 2010
ISBN9781452370248
A Good Clean, A Harsh Clean
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Brian Martinez

Brian Martinez graduated from Long Island University where he received a degree in Film. An independent author with two novels, one serial and several short stories, he lives on Long Island with his wife Natalia where he can be seen walking and otherwise obeying their dog Frankie. Sign up for his newsletter at http://tinyletter.com/bloodstreamcity.

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    A Good Clean, A Harsh Clean - Brian Martinez

    A Good Clean, A Harsh Clean

    by Brian Martinez

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright © 2010 Brian Martinez

    www.bloodstreamcity.com

    Between a factory which makes plastic things, odds and ends like dolls eyes and adult toys, and a slaughterhouse, a kosher one, meaning a man at peace with God comes there early each morning to approve of how the men are killing, I found a bar, a hole-in-the-wall. It didn't have a name, just weak neon tubes in the windows that spelled out words like beer and cold, at least one of them a lie. So I went in. I figured that way when she asked me where I'd been, and I said Nowhere, it would be the truth, and it would show on my face and the questions would stop.

    It was the kind of place, you know it, where a lightbulb burns out and they figure, shit, one less drain on the electric bill. There were corners you couldn't even see into. Pushed up to the bar were four wooden stools, the first wet with something, so I took the second and when I did duct tape crinkled under my ass. In the jukebox there was a 45 spinning. Some guy crying about not knowing where his woman was sleeping that night, and all I could think was, Jesus, it's so much worse to know.

    The bartender came to life and

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