Little Miss Mute
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In Prohibition-Era Kansas City, being a part of the underworld was sometimes both a figurative and literal concept. In an underground speakeasy located just outside of the metropolis, Paul Verconi was already aware of the risks involved in simply being where he was and who he was. On this rainy night, he'd been looking for nothing more than a few drinks to soothe his nerves before heading home. However, what came looking for Paul would prove to be even tougher to swallow than the diluted bootleg whiskey swirling in his dirty glass: a drop-dead gorgeous dame that was enigmatic, curiously silent ... and perhaps even dangerous.
David M. Bachman
Born in the Midwest, and an avid writer since the age of 13, David M. Bachman's works of fiction span over 25 years. His first published work, "When Raindrops Come Crashing," marked the start of his foray into publishing in December 2000. Since then, he has written a number of other fiction novels and short stories, including the carefully-crafted "Raina Fallamhain" series that has involved well over a full decade of composition and over nine full-length novels. He currently resides in the East Valley area of Phoenix, AZ, where many of his recent stories are based.
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Little Miss Mute - David M. Bachman
Little Miss Mute
By David M. Bachman
Copyright 2012 David M. Bachman
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It was her eyes that should have told me everything about her, right from the very beginning. It felt like just random chance that our gaze met from across the bar at that one moment, but I should have known it was deliberate. Those eyes, like huge green emeralds that shone from behind round black-framed windows with heavy dark curtains, were her first line of offense. The dame had gorgeous eyes, and she knew it … and she was using them on me.
I waited for her to glance away. They always did, any time I caught a gal looking my direction. They stared at the freak show for as long as they dared, but looked away the very second their attention was too obvious. It wasn’t politeness or courtesy, but fear. I was a scary kind of guy, at least to anyone that didn’t know me. I was scary because they didn’t know how I’d come to look the way that I did, nor could they be sure what I was capable of doing. They couldn’t know whether I was a man of good intentions or ill repute, but a man with scars running across his face the way mine did could only be considered bad. That was most women for ya’, except for this one.
I waited. She didn’t look away. Bold, this dame. A woman that could hold a stranger’s gaze like that from across a room was one that wanted something. I wasn’t loaded, not in the money sense, and the way I was dressed should have made that fairly clear enough in a blink. Cheap hat and coat, worn and scuffed shoes, and my hands and shirt still slightly grease-stained from a bit of roadside mechanic work I’d had to do in the rain to even make it to the bar that night, I was no Dapper Dan in the least. So, unless she was looking for someone to cover her tab, I knew that it wasn’t money she was after. Common sense should have told me that she wasn’t looking to find her way into my bed, either, but that heavy-lidded gaze of hers was dripping with sex so raw that I could almost taste it over the Lucky Strike hanging from my lips.
I’m not sure how I hadn’t noticed her when she’d first walked into the place. She wasn’t making a scene, but she stuck out from the crowd of usual barflies like a polished black opal in a handful of diamonds. Girls these days were all about the bob haircuts, flapper hats, and Raggedy Anne makeup; this dame, on the other hand, was something straight out of the Victorian days of wrought iron, corsets, and cathedrals. And the way she held herself, almost posing for a snapshot of my mind’s camera, I knew she was no dame at all, but a lady. My slow stare took in her elbow-length velvet gloves, a formal dress, ballroom slipper-like shoes, a long-stemmed cigarette holder, and a veiled hat, all in black. I wondered whose funeral she’d just attended, and who the hell got buried this close to midnight on a rainy October weekday. Just the same, I wondered how the hell I’d never seen her before; getting into a speakeasy like this was a matter of knowing the right people, and I wondered just who the hell she’d known to get in