“New Year’s Eve” by Jeremy Bioletti
Mondays Are Murder features brand-new noir fiction modeled after our award-winning Noir Series. Each story is an original one, and each takes place in a distinct location. Our web model for the series has one more restraint: a 750-word limit. Sound like murder? It is. But so are Mondays.
This week, Jeremy Bioletti takes us out on the town for New Year’s Eve.
New Year’s Eve
by Jeremy Bioletti
Downtown central Auckland, New Zealand
I hadn’t been out for a while. There were four of us. Bill was the president of a motorcycle gang. His friend Rangi was a big Maori guy. They had been in prison together. Kelly was Bill’s girlfriend, over the last week. She was very young and thin, with a face like an avatar. We were an unusual group. I was a bankrupt lawyer.
We loaded up on pure Peruvian coke and Long Island Iced Teas and headed downtown. Rangi was so drunk he was sick in the back of the car. With a compassion born of doing a lag together, Bill cleaned him up and we found him a new shirt.
Downtown was pumping. We headed for a small club in an old art deco building next to the waterfront. The security at the door let us in and we paid money to a bored looking girl at a desk who ushered us down the stairs. The club was packed and the carpet was wet with booze. As we stood in the queue at the bar, I noticed a tall blonde girl a few people over. I was pretty high. This girl was horny looking. She had a white dress on. Everyone was pretty young but they weren’t as high as we were, so it kind of felt like it was a little more even. The music was super loud. I felt a little claustrophobic. We sat down together on some couches at the back of the club. I needed to take a piss and as I moved toward the bar to find the toilet I felt a surge of energy. Two guys were holding each other by the throat. I just turned straight around and walked away. In my other life I had seen the aftermath of people being bottled in bars and I didn’t fancy it.
As I went back to my seat a couple came over and sat down. I was very high. She was really attractive. Tall, Jewish looking. I love Jewish women. She had a soft dress on. He was kind of short and a little ugly. I was pretty high. I was thinking, Why is she with him? Does he have a lot of money? A big cock? It didn’t seem to make sense. And she was hot for him, or so it seemed. All I could think about was the soft hair of her pussy. This guy was all over her. I tried not to watch. Somehow I knew she wasn’t that into the guy, and I couldn’t work out why on the one hand she was letting him practically stroke her cunt while her eyes were sort of distant. But perhaps I was wrong. Maybe it was just the coke.
JEREMY BIOLETTI lives in Auckland, New Zealand. He has many friends who are criminals and convicts. He suffers from lengthy bouts of melancholy and limerence. Bankruptcy and depression led him back to his deep love of literature. “New Year’s Eve” is his first story. It just popped out one night. He really hopes to write more. He has a story about a close friend and one of New Zealand’s biggest bank robberies in mind.
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—We are not offering payment, and are asking for first digital rights. The rights to the story revert to the author immediately upon publication.
—Your story should be set in a distinct location of any neighborhood in any city, anywhere in the world, but it should be a story that could only be set in the neighborhood you chose.
—Include the neighborhood, city, state, and country next to your byline.
—Your story should be Noir. What is Noir? We’ll know it when we see it.
—Your story should not exceed 750 words.
—Accepted submissions are typically published 6–8 months after their notification date and will be edited for cohesion and to conform to our house style.
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Posted: Oct 31, 2016
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