Showing posts with label beret. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beret. Show all posts

Monday, July 14, 2014

140Story - Day 47

  I'm writing a story 140 words at a time and posting the results here daily.  Can I sustain interest?  Will I lose the narrative thread?  Find out in this next installment of Bullets Ain't Cheap

you’re never entirely certain if you’re being tracked.  You can spot a person, or a car, or even a drone if you pay close attention.  But if they’re tracking your cell, or monitoring your logins... the person doing the tracking doesn’t even have to be in the same country.
    We ditched the stolen car once we were miles out of Downtown, and promptly stole another.  When we were miles past that point we ditched it and stole a third car.  That was the one we drove back into town.  I hoped the entire exercise wasn’t being monitored in some operations center.  Backed into an abandoned lot in the industrial district; we’d run out of places to hide.
    My cell beeped, an odd warble I’d never heard before.  It was a text, from a number I didn’t know.  It read

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

A Fashion Statement

I'm thinking about wearing a hat. I don't mean just for the day either, or to keep the sun off my face at an amusement park. No, I'm thinking about making a definite wardrobe statement with a hat, one I can be identified with, like Mr. T and his mohawk. Which wasn't a hat, I know, but you get the point.
   For sure it won't be a pork pie hat, nowadays only black guys can carry that one off. I also don't want to be one of those douchebags in a fedora, waaaay too 'hip young greasy actor' for an old dude like me.
   Could be a cowboy hat, I am from Texas, but I don't actually work on a ranch or a farm, so that would make me a poser. I also don't sing or play country music - or even like it, really - so that's out.
   I'm not Canadian so a toque won't do. One of those Russian fur hats would be just too hot here in SoCal. I'm not African I can't really get away with a kufi. Man, I'm running out of options.
   Oooh... how about a beret? There's nothing pretentious and awful about a beret, is there? I coud wear a striped shirt too. And learn how to smoke. Yeah... I think we have a winner.