Story for a Sunday: And It Felt Like a Kiss


My first noir tale back in 2011: all of 50 words for Blink:Ink, a tiny journal that has really short stories and  great photography — plus in this issue there’s a story by Mr B, who of course tipped me off to the call for stories. He lured me into this low life, you know. Inspirations include living for 9 years in Connecticut and of course, this song but also this one.

And it felt like a kiss

“Do it again, Johnny,” Annette said wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, but he had no intention of pressing his lips to hers again. “I can take it.” She ripped the skirt the rest of the way off and lay on the bed. God, he hated Norwich.