A Taste of Noir — Volume 2: A Collection of Four Short Stories, #2
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A Taste of Noir includes four short stories from the collection Nice Girl Does Noir by award-winning crime fiction author Libby Fischer Hellmann. The stories in Taste, Volume 2 include:
"Your Sweet Man"
My contribution to CHICAGO BLUES (Bleak House, 2007) was way out of my comfort zone, but that's what I loved about writing short stories. They allow me to stretch and experiment with different characters, plots, eras, and settings. This story is about a Blues bass player whose ability to love and forgive is tested by events out of his control. There's also a historical element: the story takes place both in the 1980's and the 1950's. It turned out to be one of the sweetest stories I've ever written.
"The Jade Elephant"
The following story was published in the EXPLETIVE DELETED anthology (Bleak House, 2008) edited by Jen Jordan. I loved researching the seamier, sleazier parts of Chinatown where menus are stained, kitsch is king, and even walking down the street after dark is risky. Add in two older criminals seeking redemption, and the result was irresistible. At least to me.
"Common Scents"
Georgia Davis made her first major appearance in my third novel, AN IMAGE OF DEATH which was published in 2004. However, she was also the protagonist in this story, which was written and published about the same time. In this story, Georgia, an officer on the Village police force, is anxious to move up to detective.
"The Whole World Is Watching"
This story was written and published in the SISTERS ON THE CASE anthology edited by Sara Paretsky (Signet, 2007). I originally wrote this as an exercise in preparation for a thriller that takes place—in part—during the 1960's. I hope that, like a delicious hors d'oeuvre, it whets readers' appetites by capturing the passion, the hope, and the fury of that era.
Be sure to look for the three other Hellmann short story "4-packs." Each has a different Volume Number, from Volume 1 to Volume 4.
Libby Fischer Hellmann
Libby Fischer Hellmann left a career in broadcast news in Washington, DC and moved to Chicago 35 years ago, where she, naturally, began to write gritty crime fiction. Twelve novels and twenty short stories later, she claims they’ll take her out of the Windy City feet first. She has been nominated for many awards in the mystery and crime writing community and has even won a few. With the addition of Jump Cut in 2016, her novels include the now five-volume Ellie Foreman series, which she describes as a cross between “Desperate Housewives” and “24;” the hard-boiled 4-volume Georgia Davis PI series, and three stand-alone historical thrillers that Libby calls her “Revolution Trilogy.” Last fall The Incidental Spy, a historical novella set during the early years of the Manhattan Project at the U of Chicago was released. Her short stories have been published in a dozen anthologies, the Saturday Evening Post, and Ed Gorman’s “25 Criminally Good Short Stories” collection. In 2005 Libby was the national president of Sisters In Crime, a 3500 member organization dedicated to the advancement of female crime fiction authors. More at http://libbyhellmann.com * She has been a finalist twice for the Anthony, three times for Foreword Magazines Book of the Year, the Agatha, the Shamus, the Daphne and has won the Lovey multiple times.
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A Taste of Noir — Volume 2 - Libby Fischer Hellmann
Your Sweet Man
My contribution to CHICAGO BLUES (Bleak House, 2007) was way out of my comfort zone, but that’s what I love about writing short stories. They allow me to stretch and experiment with different characters, plots, eras, and settings. This story is about a Blues bass player whose ability to love and forgive is tested by events beyond his control. There’s also a historical element: the story takes place both in the 1980’s and the 1950’s. It turned out to be one of the sweetest stories I’ve ever written.
"Who’s Gonna Be Your Sweet Man When I’m gone?
Who you gonna have to love you?"
…Muddy Waters
1982: Chicago
Calvin waited for the man who’d been convicted of killing his mother. Outside Joliet prison the July heat seared his spirit, leaving it as bare and desiccated as a sun-bleached bone. Sweat ringed his armpits, grit coated the back of his neck. Almost noon, no shadows on anything.
He extracted a Lucky from the crumpled pack on the dash and leaned forward to light it. The ‘74 Chevy Caprice never failed to start up. As long as he kept enough fluid in the radiator, the engine ate up the highway without complaint. Even the lighter worked.
He took a nervous drag. He hadn’t seen his father in fifteen years. His granny had made him come when he graduated high school to show him that Calvin had amounted to something, after all. Calvin remembered clutching his diploma in the visitors’ room, sliding it out of the manila envelope, edging nervously up to the glass window that separated them. He held it up against the glass, hating the sour smell of the place, the chipped paint on the walls, the fact that he had to be there at all. He remembered how his father nodded. No smile. No atta boy—you done good.
Just a lukewarm nod. Calvin imagined a yawning hole opening up on the floor, right then and there; a hole he could sink into and disappear.
Now, the black metal gates swung open, and a withered man emerged. Calvin was still wiping sweat off his face, but his father was wearing a long sleeved shirt and beige canvas pants. Even from a distance, his father looked smaller than he remembered. Frailer. The cancer that was consuming him, that had triggered his early release, was working its way through his body. He walked slowly, stooped over. His skin, a few shades lighter than the rich chocolate it once was, looked paper-thin, and he blinked like he hadn’t seen sunlight in years. Maybe he hadn’t. His father looked around, spotted Calvin in the Caprice. He nodded, took his time coming over.
Calvin slid out of the car, tossed his cigarette on the dirt, ground it out with his foot.
Hello, Calvin…
Calvin returned his greeting with a nod of his own. Cautious. Polite.
Appreciate you coming to get me, son.
A muscle in Calvin’s gut twitched. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had called him son.
Son
was a word that belonged in the movies or TV, not in real life. Calvin gestured to the gym bag his father was carrying. Let me take that.
His father held it out. Calvin threw it in the back seat. His father stood at the passenger door but made no effort to open it. Calvin frowned, then realized his father was waiting for permission. Twenty-five years in prison did that to a man. Just open the door and get in.
His father shot him a look, half-embarrassed, half-grateful, and slid into the car. Calvin waited until his father was settled, then started the engine. As they pulled away from Joliet, he said, Thought we’d go back to my place.
You still in Englewood?
Hyde Park now. Got ourselves a house near 47th and Cottage Grove.
His father’s eyebrows arched. Well, that’s mighty fine.
"Jeanine fixed it up nice. Even got a little garden out back. She’s a good girl."
His father didn’t seem to notice. He should have. It was Jeanine who shamed Calvin into coming in the first place.
He’s dying, Calvin
she’d said. And he’s paid his dues. Twenty-five years of ‘em.
Now his father turned to him. How’s that job coming?
What job?
Calvin made his way back to the highway.
The one you was talking about when you come to see me. Janitorial supplies.
I opened my own company six years ago. I got five people working for me now.
Well that’s mighty fine, son. Mighty fine.
But it didn’t feel fine. It felt false. Calvin imagined that black hole opening up even wider. That was why he never wrote or visited his father, except for the Christmas card Jeanine made him sign every year. Any time he thought about him, even a stray fragment, the night his mother was murdered flooded back into his mind. He couldn’t help it. Better not to think about it at all, his granny would say. Just go on and live your own life.
But Granny was dead, and the people at Joliet called him when they found the cancer. Calvin stole a glance at his father. He was quiet. Just staring out at the road, a dreamy look on his face. Calvin remembered that look. His father’s body might be in the front seat, but his mind was miles away. Calvin knew he was thinking about his mother.
He tightened his grip on the wheel. How dare he? So… You feelin’ okay?
His father pulled his gaze in and looked at Calvin. For the days I got left, I’m doing jes’ fine.
Calvin turned onto the interstate. You sure? Jeanine talked to our doctor. He can see you tomorrow if you want.
His father gave him a sad little smile. Appreciate it son, but don’t go to no trouble.
His father went back to looking out the window. Calvin turned on the radio. The all news station was blaring out something