Welcome to Just Right
Four people. Four stories. One murder.
Part 1 - Wolfe: Devil in the Pale Moon Light
The thing about Red was that she had a big heart. She had big eyes, too — “the better to see you with,” she said, and everybody laughed. But nobody was ever looking at her eyes. That wasn’t the point. With tits like that, her eye color was never in question, if you know what I mean.
Part 2 - Goldie: She can’t be all bad. No one is. Well, she comes the closest.
I also never thought I’d end up here, slinging drinks and selling cigs to the absolute lowest lives of this half-town: I was going to be a star. My name is Goldi, after all. Oh, I know — you’ve heard the story, everyone has. But let me tell you something right now: life ain’t no fairy tale.
Part 3 - Gretel: Smiley’s Trash Alley
Two figures stepped out into the alley, shadows nearly swallowing them. They stood near each other, talking in low voices. It happened quickly, unexpectedly. A few words of conversation and bam…knife in, knife out. Let the body hit the floor.
Part 4 - Ivan: The Beanstalk
I watched as the Giant beat a man to death. I could have joined in, but this was why I paid a man (a beast?) such as the Giant. I needed someone to do my dirty work for me, to be the brawn behind the brain, to be the jackboot behind my personal ideology. Anyway, I was too old to be using my fists in such a violent manner. I was хилый стариk: a frail old man. Too tall, too thin to act thus. There were those who say I smiled too kindly to be the vicious thug lord they’d eventually find out I was. It was not for me to discuss how I looked. I was who I was. Vicious when I needed to be; kind too, when the occasion called for it. But the way business had been these last few months, there had been precious few moments of kindness.
About Just Right
Four people. Four stories. One murder.